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After being herded out of the kitchen, all grumbling their own complaints--everyone sat around the table for weekly meeting.
Charles drones on and on about record sales, and makes weak attempts to chastise them for their typical shenanigans, despite the fact nobody really listens(or cares).
Meanwhile, Nathan is looking around; attempting to find something to busy his mind with that isn't actually listening to Charles.
The only thing that mildly interests him right now is his bandmates. So, he attempts to stare at them all without accedently making weird eye-contact.
Murderface is messing with his favorite knife, carving a little hole in the table that the klokateers will have to fix later.
Skwisgaar is mindlessly playing his guitar, with his eyes closed--which IS impressive and honestly kinda hot, but its only interesting enough to keep Nathans attention for a minute or so.
Pickles is staring at Toki,
Wait. What??
Pickles is staring at Toki. Why? Toki isn't doing anything interesting! Just sitting there, looking at the table like a little weirdo. Probably thinking about...dancing cats on rainbows, or something gay like that. And Pickles is staring at him!!!
Nathan can see the way Pickles' eyes run over Tokis' long hair, make a stop to look at his icey blue eyes, only to continue down to the way his shirt hugs his abs.
Why was it so upsetting for him???
Especially when pickles' eyes travel lower, to his...
"STOOOOOOP!!!!!!!" Nathan screams out.
Everyone stares at him with wide eyes for a second.
Charles sighs and pauses mid-sentence to acknowledge Nathans outburst."ah, yes, Nathan?"
"Toki and Charles...get out. Now."
"Whats!" Toki whines across the table. "How comes Toki always have to be excluded with stupid Charles! Toki wants to be in on the plans too and you always leaves him out!"
"Because we ams, way more gooder than yous." skwisgaar responded slyly while returning to strumming his guitar.
"Fuckins bullshit..." Toki stomped away with Charles not far behind, still whining about his lack of inclusion and how everyone else 'ams dildos'.
"Sooo....ehe...whats on yer mind Nate'n?" Pickles said, giggling a little. He definitely already had his morning drink.
"yeah! Whatch your problem?"
"...we uh..." Nathan looked around a bit and mumbled the last of his sentence. "we all...like...Toki. I think."
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The only sound in the room after that was the 'DINK' from skwisgaars guitar as he abruptly stopped playing.
Everyone looked around at eachothers guilty faces for a minute.
"you know, I-I would not...EVER do schomthing scho, scho... REVOLTING as-"
"oh shhheat up murderface! You know you wanna -hic- take that Norwegian twunk for a SPIN!"
"oh, god!-PICKLES!" nathan snaps at him from across the table.
"oh come aaaahn! We all doo!"
"eugh, for de records, i dont wants to takes HIM for de spinds. Toki wants to takes MES for de spinds. The idea ams just growkinks on mes."
"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! We need to figure this out..."
They all hummed as they thought of how they could sort this out. Well, mostly thinking of what it would be like when THEY, obviously, won over Tokis' affection--but also thinking about fixing this too. A little bit.
"Tomorrows Valentines day. We could, like, try to woo him. Or something. I dont know I've never had to TRY to get somebody before."
"Whatevers, I ams goinkg to wins anyway. Obviousklees."
"Eh, yeeah...ya can have my sloppy seconds, if yer luecky. Ehehehe"