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Toki usually wakes up first out of the group.
So, you know, around noon.
He can shower, get dressed, and tell all of his toys goodmorning before Murderfaces morning scream tells him somebody else is awake.
"Goodsmorning Moidaface!" He screams back as loud as he can, so Murderface will hear him in his room down the hall.
Moments later he hears heavy steps thundering down the hall, and he worries Murderface might be in one of his moods again and try to fight him or worse. However to his surprise Murderface doesnt immediately pounce on him after barging in.
"Toki!" he screams, wheezing and trying to catch his breath. "We gotscha get out of here!"
Murderfaces plan was to just get Toki alone. One of the others would almost certainly try to steal his moment if he lets them and he already doesn't have good enough looks to beat theirs. He has to get Toki someahere private.
"Huh? Whats ams the matters with yoos?"
Toki finally looks over his shoulder, away from the lego spaceship he was building.
"It'ch Valentines Day!"
"Whats does that means?!"
Murderface looks at him like he just said the stupidest thing he'd ever heard, but it suddenly dawned on him that Tokis lack of knowledge on American holidays could be used to his advantage.
"well...itch juscht...i didnt know you liked having...uh...your ballch bitten."
"WHAT?!?!"
"Yeeeah. Valentines Day ish when...the jails let a bunch of crazy whores out of jail. And try to bite your ballch! But...if thatsh your thing..."
"WAIT!!! Moidaface..." Thats it. Thats exactly what he was hoping for. "Wheres will we hide froms dem?"
"My room! I got a big lock on tha door. They cant get in!" Which, was partially true. But Toki doesn't have to know who he's REALLY trying to keeo away.
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Toki heads into Murderfaces room first, but immediately recoils at the smell. "Whats we doos in here?"
"aauuahh...." Murderface looks around for a second, a sinister smile forming on his face. "We gotta...gotta hide under the blanketsch."
"ooh, Yeah! Of course!" Toki slaps himself on the head, like hiding under the blankets was an obvious solution.
He crawls under the mess of blankets. He has to pause every now and then to wipe random condiments he accedently touches off his hands.
Murderface stands not too far behind him, looking at the way Tokis' hips move as he struggles to crawl into his bed. "yeah....jusch....jusch crawl on in there."
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Around 1 PM or so, Nathan finally gets up and decides its time to start with this whole 'woo Toki' thing.
He walks down the hall in his robe, but stops in his tracks at the sight of skwisgaar already outside Tokis door, with his arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently.
"What're you doing?"
"Whats does it look like? Waitinks for Tokis to get up. I wanna be the forst one he sees."
"Waiting? Doesnt he like, wake up freakishly early?"
Skwisgaar pauses to think, but his face quickly turns into a scowl and he turns around around to harshly knock on Tokis door. "gods damn it! Toki! Open de dore!" He waits only a couple seconds before turning back to Nathan. "break de dore down!"
"I dont, uh, think I can...do that."
"Haves you tried before?"
Nathans fist smashed into the door, the expensive wood having no choice but to bend to his odd strength.
"ow, ow, OW! Fuck! WHY DIDN'T WE JUST CUT IT OR SOMETHING!!!"
"Whys you crykings like de baby whats ams needs his mommys?! Pick de lock already!"
As soon as he heard the lock click, Skwisgaar pushed past Nathan and entered Tokis room.
"whats de hell?" Skwisgaar muttered.
There was something wrong with the room...oh, yeah, the acute lack of fucking TOKI in it.
Skwisgaar did a quick scan over the room before storming away, not forgetting to exclaim "WHATEVORS!" to make sure its known that he is definitely NOT sad about the lack of Toki, and he would rather be hanging out with his pack of groupie sluts anyway...his mustachless...abless...uncute...sluts.
Nathan, finally freeing himself from the door, also looks around the room.
"What the hell! Hes been, uh...toki...napped. Thats a good song title..."
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Back in Murderfaces room, a very bored Murderface sits next to Toki, who is happily watching videos of animals on his phone.
Murderface had half the mind to just kick Toki out, but if he does he'd no doubt be scooped up by one of the other band members. He can't just throw away his shot THAT easy...not with Tokis muscular thighs sitting RIGHT there. He just has to think...what do those idiotic fangirls do when they want attention? That'd probably work for Toki, too.
After a moment of considering if its worth giving up his pride; Murderface sighs and places his hand on Tokis chest, while 'fluttering' his eyelashes at him, which actually just looks more like he has something in his eye and can't get it out.
Toki looks down at Murderfaces hand on his chest, then to Murderfaces...well, face.
"Moidaface? Whats you dooen!" He exclaims before doing that annoying little laugh.
"oh y'know juscht...getting kinda...tired..." murderface replies, in the most sensual voice he can manage. "maybe we should do schomething..." he leans in a little closer to Tokis side. "more intereschting..."
Suddenly, a big hand breaks through Murderfaces door, and the pair yell in unison for a minute until Nathan comes into sight.
"AWW MAN WHAT THE FUCK!!!"
"DUDE...you cant take Toki into your room. Thats, uh, against the rules."
"WELL YOU DIDNTCH TELL ME THAT."
"I'm telling you NOW." Nathans gaze switches over to Toki. "Toki c'mon. Lets, uh...blow this...popcicle stand."
"Buts the crazy whores will bites on my balls!"