☆ metalocalypse 1x1

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he noticed the slight change, looking away slightly. ”do yous wants a hugs..?” he asked, before wrapping his arms around skwisgaar, kissing him on the cheek. he relaxed, rubbing skwisgaarr’s back gently.. before he heard ‘five minutes until closing.’ over the speaker.
                    he looked up at skwisgaar, grabbing his hand and slowly standing. ”when we gets homes.. do yous wanna cuddles and watch the tvs?” he asked, slowly walking out of the place and to the bike, sitting down in it.

          
          
                      

                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          he was waiting outside, grumbling about how nasty cranberry juice is. ”it’s so bitter.. yknow one time uh, i had a UTI or something.. and my mom like forced me to drink three damn jugs of unsweetened cranberry juice…” he said, shivering slightly. he looked up as he noticed toki and skwisgaar walk out, pulling his keys out and quickly starting the bike.
                    once nathan drove them all home, he quickly hopped off of the bike, picking up pickles yet again. he really liked holding him.. it was like he was protecting pickles almost. he carried him inside, holding him like he was a bride, and suddenly dropped him on their bed.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he shrugs at toki's question, not really caring either way. it was honestly kind
of haunting, seeing him have no reaction to anything. it's almost like.. he's a
kid again. not having a strong reaction to anything, because why did anything
really matter? of course, there's no way toki could know what was going through
his mind, but.. it was obvious he still wasn't okay. not really. "ja.. we cans if
you wants to." he follows, silently climbing into the the bike, not even bothering
to join in on the joking the rest of the band was doing on the way home.
,
pickles the drummer

he stares at nathan, eyes wide. well, that certainly explains it. "three jugs?? jesus, man,
that's cruel and unusual punishment." as they finally reach home, nathan of course picks
him up again. being dropped on their bed, pickles looks up at him, chuckling. "ya know, my
legs do still work. in case you ever get tired of carrying me everywhere."

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he frowned at skwisgaars sad attitude, looking down and thinking for the entire ride home. once he stepped out of the bike, he slowly walked into mordhaus, and right to his room, sitting down.
                    he looked up at skwisgaar, then back down, sighing. "cans i.. do anythings to helps you feels betters? i'll do anythings.." he asked gently, pulling his hands together and nervously fidgeting with them.

          
          
                      

                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          he looked down at pickles, raising a brow. "i don't think i'd ever get tired of carrying you. you're like.. not heavy. at all." he said, chuckling as he took off his jacket, grabbing his pajamas and quickly getting dressed in them.
                    he flopped down next to pickles, grabbing his dethphone and checking it. he was, of course, on myspace. murderface probably got him into it.. he snickered, beginning to type. he wrote 'laying in bed with a dork.' he then showed it to pickles, grinning. "y'know, you should get a myspace. it's actually fun. and uh. brutal." he said, looking back at the phone.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he thinks for a moment before shaking his head. honestly, he couldn't think
of anything. but.. he also wasn't trying too hard. "ifs you can thinks of
something, you cans try. i guess." skwisgaar doesn't have the energy for
much, right now. the blonde does smile as gojira walks in, though. he reaches
down, petting the pit bull, feeling a bit better as he does so. he's still not
happy but, it's something.

pickles the drummer

the drummer raises an eyebrow, staring at the phone. what were you even
supposed to do on.. myspace? "what.. do you even do on it?" he asks,
pulling the site up on his own phone. he's.. very confused. that much is clear.
it seem like a social media type thing. but he's not sure.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he thought for a moment, noticing that the dog made skwisgaar feel better.. would animals make him feel better? he grabbed the remote, turning on that informational animal show, looking around.
                    he thought for a moment.. 'animals... animals will makes him feels betters...' he hummed for a moment, grabbing a small dog plushie from the floor and giving it to skwisgaar, smiling widely. he kept doing small things to cheer skwisgaar up, like showing him pictures of dogs and puppies in his coloring books.

          
          
                      
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          he scrolled away on his phone, raising a brow. "oh uh.. you just kinda like uh.. i guess like post random stuff and uh talk to people.. and i think you can uh post music on here or something. i like listening to peoples music on here.. all of it sucks." he spoke, chuckling a bit as he stared at the phone.
                    he wrapped an arm around pickles, pulling him closer as he stared at the phone. pressing play on some random persons song, he listened to it, raising a brow. it was.. pretty bad. it was supposed to be some kind of metal song, but, it sounded like a middle schoolers attempt at it.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he turns to the tv as toki puts on that same animal show, beginning to watch it.
again, it doesn't necessarily make him happy, but it distracts him. for some reason,
though, when toki hands him a small plush dog, it.. strikes a chord with him. skwisgaar
looks over at him, blushing slightly. "cans i.. keep this?" he mumbles the question,
glancing back down at the dog plush. it looked a bit like the dog he had when he was
younger. not a kid, but.. when he was almost broke, barely getting by in a tiny apartment.
he can feel his eyes start to tear up, and even he's not really sure why. he doesn't bother
trying to hide it.

pickles the drummer

pickles frowns, listening to the song nathan started playing. "aw, dude. that's worse than
those nu-metal bands we had to work with." he had to admit, though.. it did seem kinda
fun. tapping on his phone, he starts signing up for an account, ignoring nathan's snickers as he
messes up a couple things. the drummer may be more knowledgeable than his boyfriend, but when
it comes to technology, a bit of it goes over his head. it's something that comes with being the oldest
member in the band.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he looked up at skwisgaar, smiling slightly. ”yeps.. i has a lots of thems just likes that..” he said, shuffling towards his pile of plushies and rummaging through it, grabbing a couple more plushies that looked like the one he gave skwisgaar. he sat next to skwisgaar, leaning on him as he showed the plushies to him, smiling.
                    ”they ams cute..” he said, rubbing his face against the other. he put the plushies on skwisgaarr’s lap, standing back up and going back to the pile of plushies, grabbing one and.. it looked just like skwisgaar, but as a dog.. it was one of the ones toki customized. he showed it off to skwisgaar, smiling so widely, as if he was proud of what he created, and.. he sure was proud.

          
          
                      

                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          nathan nodded, chuckling. ”dear god don’t bring up those nu metal bands..” he mumbled, scrolling endlessly on his phone. he did hit play on one band, and.. it was honestly pretty good. better than anyone else on myspace.. nathan raised a brow, before saying, ”hm.. pretty brutal. what do you think?” he asked, looking over at pickles as the song played.
                    he listened to the song as he watched pickles mess up on the sign up screen, giggling. ”need help?” he asked, leaning over slightly and staring at pickles phone with a raised brow.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar can't hold back the grin that creeps onto his face as toki brings
over more of them. his first pet... he loved that dog more than anything
or anyone else. probably even more than he loves toki. when he was low
on money, and could barely afford rent, he would spend his last bit of money
on food for his dog rather than himself. skwisgaar gets pulled out of his
reminiscing hearing toki talk, glancing over at him. he blinks in shock at what
he sees. toki.. made a dog that looks like him? specifically, it was a borzoi.
toki likely didn't actually know what the breed was called, but it is a good fit
for the swede. "yous.. made that?" he asks, reaching out to gently grab it.
the fact that toki has made something like this, it proves that he's almost always
thinking of skwisgaar. even when they're not together. maybe.. it'll help him
realize just how much the guitarist truly cares about him.

pickles the drummer

he hums a bit, shrugging. "eh, it's.. decent. hell of a lot better than that other one."
honestly, they had potential. maybe they'll get traction in a few years. hearing nathan
giggle, he frowns, ignoring him as he continues fumbling with the sign-up page. a few
moments later, as an error window pops up yet again, pickles groans before slowly looking over
to nathan. ".......yes."

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          toki felt his face slightly flush red as he nodded, sheepishly looking away. ”yeps.. i has mores..” he admitted, smiling a bit more. ”ams that’s weirds? ams sorrys if that’s weirds..” he said, face turning more red.
                    yes, he did make the plushies during the argument with skwisgaar.. he made them originally to get his mind off of everything, but, he also used them to hug while he slept, pretending that they were skwisgaar, just so he’d feel safe at night.
          he pressed his face against skwisgaars shoulder gently, smiling a bit as he leaned on the other. he stared up, blinking as he admired the other. ”you ams just as cute as a dog! that ams why i mades you as a dog..” he said, looking down at the dog plush.

          
          
                      

                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          he laughed, pointing at what pickles was supposed to do and telling him how to do it. ”just uh.. press that and enter your username. you can make it like, i don’t know.. pickles the drummer or something. and uh, put a password in.. it can be whatever..“ he spoke, grinning as he watched pickles.
                    he looked back at his own phone, grinning slightly. [i]”jesus, murderface is obsessed with this site. he’s posted like fifty times in one day..” he mumbled, scrolling through the endless posts that were all under murderfaces myspace. most were complaints about random stuff, others were photos of himself doing stuff like pranking charles, eating, or even playing the guitar..
          he looked back over at pickles, seeing he was fully signed up. ”now you gotta do an introduction thing..” he said, helping pickles fill the introduction part in, and helped him set a profile picture.. and then he was ready to just do what he wanted. ”there, now you can uh. do anything you want. he spoke, yawning.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

"no.. ams not creepy. i likes it. can.. i keeps it in my room?" he really does
like the skwisgaar-borzoi dog plushie. he thinks, maybe keeping it in his room, it
can serve as a... reminder of sorts. of toki's love for him. hearing toki call him cute,
he looks down, smiling. this.. he missed it. he didn't even bother saying he's not
cute, just soaking in toki's words. it's becoming increasingly obvious he needed
this.

pickles the drummer

he tries nathan's suggestion, staring at the screen in disbelief as it says the username is
already taken. "what the hell. i hate our fans." he pouts a bit, thinking of what
to do before slowly typing 'drummer the pickles' and hitting submit. it went through.
well, that's close enough? after messing around a bit more, fully setting up the profile,
he immediately goes to murderface's page and comments an insult. the bassist can't
get a break from him even on social media, apparently.