Smile (formely unknown) | By : Gimpy Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2284 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Toki stared at Nathan; he could not remember any of the recent meetings that he had not. Their manager Charles continue to drone on about some concert and something that they were not allowed to do at the concert or in the country of the concert, but all of it sounded like a foreign language to Toki, well more foreign then English was to him already. Toki knew that he should be afraid that Nathan would notice and call him out on in front of every one else, which would just add to the stuff that they could use to humiliate the youngest member. As Toki continued to stare, he began to notice how Nathan was also tuning out Charles, but instead of staring at another member, he was quickly writing in his notebook, with a pen and not his traditional Sharpie. Toki had always wanted to read the notebook, to see what, if anything was written in there, or whether it was just full of lyrics and odd doodles. Toki continued to stare at Nathan, not really knowing why he was staring.
Unaware that he was the center of someone’s attention, Nathan continued to write and scribble in his prized notebook, he knew that the rules that Charles was now saying would not only be broken in the coming days of the tour, but in many cases be taken to extremes that would likely result in the deaths of countless fans. Nathan, though he was happy that they were going on tour again did dread the almost crushing isolation that they would all feel. At least at Mordhouse, they could relax and move about as they wished, creating all kinds of mayhem and trouble, and they were free to act like they enjoyed the company of their fellow band mates, but on the road that all changed. At Mordhouse, Toki and class=SpellE>Skwisgaar actually got along it was only on stage and in public that style='font-size:10.5pt;color:#000033'>Skwisgaar felt he had to belittle and insult Toki, Murderface was not a rude in Mordhouse as he was in public, and oddly Pickles did not drink as much. The only one who did not change was Toki, who seemed to be the same clueless man-child that he was everywhere else, except for when he was around his parents. On tour they felt surrounded, and often times were by fans who demanded that they perform for their amusement. Nathan let out a huff as the idea of screaming, psychotic fans crossed his mind.
“Is there something you would like to add, Nathan?” Charles asked turning his head slightly to focus on the front man.
“You know that were going to break all those rules, so what is the point of spewing them on us.” Nathan responded, lifting his head from his notebook and stared at the man, who practically ran everything in their world.
“I guess you are right, maybe giving you rules just gives you ideas” sighed Charles as he pushed his glasses further up his nose. “If no one has anything else to say, then I guess we are done” he finished.
“Uhm,” Murderface began as he raised he hand, but he quickly added a ‘never mind’ as he became aware that he was now the center of attention. One more look from Charles seemed to signal the end of the meeting, and quickly Pickles, class=SpellE>Skwisgaar, Murderface and Charles began to get up to return to what ever activities they had been pulled away from for the meeting, drinking, a group of Swedish groupies, destroying property, and paperwork, respectfully. Toki got up with a sigh, knowing that he could no longer stare at Nathan without being questioned and returned to his room to finish on of his model planes that he could not take with on tour. This left Nathan alone in the massive conference room, sitting at the large table alone with a pen, his notebook and his tangled mind.
One Week Later
style='mso-tab-count:1'>Toki trudged up to his room in the massive hotel, leaving behind the large mass of girls that had flooded the backstage after their opening show in Berlin, he need to sleep and room to breath, unlike the other members who would likely bring at least a dozen girls to their rooms before morning.
Pressing the up button on the elevator Toki waited for the doors to ding and open, and was so lost in his own thoughts that he was unaware of the figure behind him until a meaty hand was placed on his shoulder and a gruff voice said something that sounded like ‘hey.’ Given Toki’s normal jumpiness, Nathan was not surprised to see the younger man jump, turn and stare at him with large owl like eyes.
“Ohs, it just yous, Nath’ns. You scared the bells out of me.”
“I think you mean hell.”
“Hells?”
“Yeah the saying is ‘you scared that hell out of me.’”
“Ohs, hey were are alls the pretty gurls.”
“What girls?”
“Yous knows, the gurls you make sex with tonight, from behind stage after show.”
“Oh, I was bored so I thought I would come back here and drink then try to sleep.”
“Yous too, oohs, we could haves a sleepsover!!” exclaimed a suddenly happier Toki, but that may have just been because the bell on the elevator had dinged.
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