☆ metalocalypse 1x1

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                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          they finally made it to mordhaus, nathan immediately hopping off of the bike and picking up pickles. ”it’s t-too cold for this..” he said, darting inside. he quickly made it to their room, placing poor pickles on the bed. nathan’s nose and cheeks were so red.. the poor man probably had a cold.
                    he took his coat and boots off, flopping on the bed and letting out a sigh of relief. he sniffled slightly, rubbing his nose.. if he had a cold, that meant he couldn’t record any songs until he was better. as if that mattered, toki was out of commission, and they wouldn’t be recording anything until he was better.. but, it also meant pickles would have to take care of him.. which, was a good and a bad thing for nathan.
          he looked over at pickles, blinking, before grabbing him by his coat and dragging him down and onto his chest. now he was more aggressive with his affection.. which, is better than be awkward, but.. could leave a couple accidental bruises on pickles.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

pickles the drummer

he yelps a bit, throwing his arms around nathan as he gets picked up. he
certainly wasn't expecting it. he practically runs to their room, putting him
back down on the bed. pickles shrugs his coat off, throwing it across the
room somewhere and slipping his shoes off. they could pick it up in the morning.
as nathan pulls him down, he grunts a bit, his chest colliding with the other's a bit
too hard. that might be sore tomorrow... hearing his partner sniffle, he looks up,
frowning. his nose and cheeks were red. leaning up, he puts a hand to his forehead,
furrowing his eyebrows. yep. he was burning up. "i think you caught a cold, nate."
he wants to get up and get some medicine, but.. he's so tired. and he's so warm and
comfortable, laying on the vocalist... he yawns, closing his eyes. "don't worry... i'll
take care of ya'." he mumbles, already beginning to fall asleep. he will still take care
of his sick boyfriend; it just might have to wait until tomorrow.

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                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          he frowned, slowly closing his eyes. ”brutal..” he whispered, slowly falling asleep with his lover in his arms. he stayed asleep way longer than he usually did, and was much more cranky when woken up. he slowly opened his eyes as he felt himself being nudged by someone.. it was pickles. he grumbled, turning his head away and closing his eyes again. yep, he’s in a bratty, cranky mood.
                    after being nudged again, he slowly turned towards pickles, sniffling. ”alright damn it.. i’m up i’m up..” he said, voice nasally and a bit weaker than usual. he crossed his arms, a slight scowl on his face as he laid there.. throwing a slight temper tantrum. it wasn’t the usual ‘throw stuff around and flip tables’ tantrum that he would throw, but, it was a silent, yet bratty attitude one.
          ”what do you wan- a-ACHOO!” he said, but, was cut off by the loud sneeze he let out. he wiped his noise, sniffling. he looked over at pickles, sighing. he did NOT want to take any medicine.. it tasted awful to nathan, it usually would make him gag or throw up.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

pickles the drummer

pickles is the first of the two to wake up. he rolls out of bed, starting to look for medicine.
he KNOWS nathan is going to act like a big baby. he'll have to put on the mom act. for his
own damn boyfriend. eventually, he finds a bottle of cold medicine, making his way back
to the bedroom and nudging nathan awake. as the vocalist wakes up, snapping at pickles
and acting all huffy, he sighs. this is gonna be fun. "nathan. you have to take
your medicine." he says, not even trying to shove the spoonful of it into his mouth.
that would just make a mess. nathan is stubborn, but he's also STRONG. a very annoying
combination.

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                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          he grumbled, shaking his head. he did NOT want to take it. pickles kept bothering him, up until nathan finally caved in. ”fine..” he muttered, slowly opening his mouth, only to have pickles quickly shove the medicine in his mouth, causing nathan to instinctively bite down on the spoon in his mouth. he eventually let go, swallowing the medicine quickly.
                    he coughed, wiping his mouth with his hand. of course pickles gave him the most disgustingly brutal flavor. cherry. which, isn’t pickles fault.. mordhaus only had cherry flavored medicine, since it was the only kind toki wanted. ”that was.. brutal..” he spoke, shivering slightly.
          ah, here comes the cold sweats, the shivering.. and of course, the complaining. he crossed his arms again, sniffling. ”curse my stupidity. if i didn’t get us lost last night.. i’d be fine..” he said, glaring at nothing. that wasn’t even true. nathan always got colds easily, especially if he was in the cold for more than an hour. that’s what having a weak immune system does to you.. ”when will this medicine work..” he asked, looking over at pickles.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

pickles the drummer

as nathan finally takes it, after a minute of pickles pestering him, he smiles and pats him
on the shoulder. leaning down, he presses the back of his hand against the other's forehead.
yep. his fever's gone up since last night. if that medicine doesn't bring it down, he'll have to
do something. hearing nathan blame himself, he clicks his tongue. nate gets a cold every year
around this time; it's basically expected at this point. "pft, you know that's not true. if you
didn't get sick now, you would've caught it within the next week. and it'll start working in about
half an hour." with that, the drummers climbs back onto the bed, laying next to nathan.
pickles, unlike his partner, has a rather strong immune system. which is surprising, considering
how much he drinks. so, he's not too worried about hanging around someone who only has a cold.
besides, with pickles around him all day to take care of him, nathan might not complain as much.
hopefully.

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                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          he looked at pickles, raising his brow. ”oh.. yeah you’re right i guess..” he mumbled, looking away. ”if you get sick.. dont uh.. complain.. to me..” he said, slowly taking pauses in between words as he closed his eyes. his head was hurting, and he felt pretty dizzy.
                    he opened one eye, looking down at pickles. ”sorry for uh.. yknow.. acting like a big baby..” he mumbled, whispering the last few words. nathan was never one to admit he was acting like a baby, sure, he’d admit to having tantrums but.. pickles might be the only one nathan would admit fault too.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

pickles the drummer

pickles smiles, sliding closer to nathan and leaning against him. he simply
hums in response to the other saying he could get sick. they both know that
won't actually happen. hearing him apologize for acting a bit immature,
pickles rolls over on his side, now facing nathan. reaching over, he pats nate's
shoulder, shrugging. "well, apology accepted. it wasn't too bad, but.. save
the whole acting like a toddler thing for toki." he chuckles a bit after, making
it clear he wasn't too upset anyways.

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                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          nathan smirked slightly, looking at pickles. ”yeah well.. i can’t help it. well i can but.. i dunno what i’m even saying..” he said, rubbing his head. he rested his chin on top of pickles head, smiling slightly.
                    usually, when nathan was sick, whatever small brain was in his head, would just disappear. he’d be like a toddler, a very dumb toddler. he suddenly sneezed, sniffling after. ”i hate being sick..” he said, rubbing his eyes, which were ever so slightly puffy, with heavy eyebags under them.
          ”why isn’t that medicine working..” he asked, even though it had only been twenty or so minutes. now he was just being a bit impatient, and knowing nathan, a small tantrum would be coming right behind this impatience.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

pickles the drummer

pickles doesn't reply, closing his eyes as he lays on nathan. it was
pretty comfortable and his mind was starting to wander. until the
other sneezed, rattling him as nathan's chest shook. he blinks up
at nathan. "nate, it hasn't even been half an hour. just give it
time. you've gotta let the medicine start to circulate through your
body first." he stays there for a few moments, before realizing
what nathan would probably want to do. "and don't take more. you
don't need any. if you take too much it can make you feel worse."
pickles' voice is very stern as he points a finger at him.