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Oh everyone noticed. Not at first because at their core, the members of Dethklok were self absorbed except of course for Toki but even then. And they certainly did not notice it all at once and together. Pickles was the first.
He'd been in the kitchen, staring at the liquor cabinet, debating what sort of drinking mood he was in.
"Now, do I want Vodka or maybeh sumthin' classy like Gin?" He taps his chin considering his options despite the likely outcome of mixing both with kool-aid anyway. He was just about to reach for a bottle when he felt a rush of air behind him.
"Whuh?" He turns to catch a glimpse of brown hair disappear behind one of the counters.
"Toki, I will find you and I will maim you!" Nathan casually calls out as he strolls into the kitchen. He makes eye contact with Pickles and raises an eyebrow. The drummer contemplates lying but decidedly does not want to be murdered if this was serious. He points to the counter.
"Pickles, have you seen our guitarist?"
"Swisk is out back wit Murderface, smashin' shit."
"Nah, I meant the other one."
"Oh that one? Yknow, I don't rightly know der Nate'n. Haven't seen 'im around."
"I guess I'll double-back." Nathan stomps a couple times, feigning his retreat before jumping silently onto the counter beside the one Toki was hiding in. They wait no more than thirty seconds for the younger man to peek his head out, eyes making contact with Pickles but missing Nathan altogether.
"Gotcha!"
"Ahhh!" Toki's screams quickly turn into laughter as the larger man throws him onto his shoulders and jumps down from the counter.
"You thought you could hide you little fucker."
"It's Pickle faults, he tolds yous where Is ams. You would never have found me!"
"Nah, you suck at hiding. I would've look there anyway. Now, you gonna give it back or am going to have to use extreme measures?"
"No you won'ts, you wouldn't do anything to Toki!"
"You heard that Pickles? I think I've been challenged."
"I think so too Nate. Goodbye Toki, you were a good kid."
"Natens, what ams you..." But Toki was cut off by the lead singer breaking into a full blown sprint out of the kitchen. Pickles watches them disappear through the doorway and down the halls. All of Mordhaus could hear Toki's laughter. Something it hadn't in a while.
"Now where's my kool-aid?"