((I'd feel bad breaking a Shoggy. XD But if Nathan ever does get one, he should get one that talks like Toki and Skwis. Wow, this got weirdly long.))
"Uh... Sure, whatever. Don't think acid burns would make any difference in his playing." Toki was only a little higher in Nathan's estimation, but since he could legitimately at least keep up with Skwisgaar on a lot of songs and make it sound good, he wasn't quite as expendable as Murderface. Oh, but Murderface did make the sandwiches! "Wait, no. He needs his hands to make me the really good sandwiches. If you find him, he'll probably make you guys some too. So, yeah, don't get acid on anyone in the band. Or Charles."
What the Shoggies then told him made several years of bullshit between Toki and Skwisgaar suddenly click into place. Of course, this was Nathan, so it took a few minutes. Wherein he stared blankly at the wall, pizza and beer forgotten.
The knowledge that his two guitarists were very obviously screwing each other didn't inspire the revulsion they'd probably expected from Nathan. It was extremely strange, sure, but also not all that surprising—it was almost just the logical conclusion to all those aforementioned years of bullshit and rivalry between them. How could he have missed all the signs that were, in hindsight, pretty damn blatant? He even began to feel unexpectedly protective of the two guitarists the more he considered things. They all gave each other shit in the band, but they were allowed to; no one else was. Despite how unmetal caring was, he thought of Dethklok as his extended family, and would do what he could to look out for them in the shit that really mattered—something like this would cause a media shitstorm if it got out, and probably not in a good way... Things like this could end careers.
Did Ofdensen know? Maybe not even he should find out, if they could help it. While Ofdensen planned to corner Toki about it, Nathan had slightly different concerns, namely the band dynamic and how potentially fucked up this could make it. He'd go to Skwisgaar first, since he'd been in a million bands and presumably already understood why you never got involved with bandmates. Toki was probably too clueless to know.
He blinked down at Shoggy 10, not fully recovered from having his mind blown. "What?... Oh. Yeah, c'mere." He picked up the bottled Shoggy, holding the bottle upside down as he tugged on Shoggy 10's pseudopod. "So... how long have your parents been living together? Were they, uh. Living together when Toki tried to kill Skwisgaar at the prefect debates?"
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"Uh... Sure, whatever. Don't think acid burns would make any difference in his playing." Toki was only a little higher in Nathan's estimation, but since he could legitimately at least keep up with Skwisgaar on a lot of songs and make it sound good, he wasn't quite as expendable as Murderface. Oh, but Murderface did make the sandwiches! "Wait, no. He needs his hands to make me the really good sandwiches. If you find him, he'll probably make you guys some too. So, yeah, don't get acid on anyone in the band. Or Charles."
What the Shoggies then told him made several years of bullshit between Toki and Skwisgaar suddenly click into place. Of course, this was Nathan, so it took a few minutes. Wherein he stared blankly at the wall, pizza and beer forgotten.
The knowledge that his two guitarists were very obviously screwing each other didn't inspire the revulsion they'd probably expected from Nathan. It was extremely strange, sure, but also not all that surprising—it was almost just the logical conclusion to all those aforementioned years of bullshit and rivalry between them. How could he have missed all the signs that were, in hindsight, pretty damn blatant? He even began to feel unexpectedly protective of the two guitarists the more he considered things. They all gave each other shit in the band, but they were allowed to; no one else was. Despite how unmetal caring was, he thought of Dethklok as his extended family, and would do what he could to look out for them in the shit that really mattered—something like this would cause a media shitstorm if it got out, and probably not in a good way... Things like this could end careers.
Did Ofdensen know? Maybe not even he should find out, if they could help it. While Ofdensen planned to corner Toki about it, Nathan had slightly different concerns, namely the band dynamic and how potentially fucked up this could make it. He'd go to Skwisgaar first, since he'd been in a million bands and presumably already understood why you never got involved with bandmates. Toki was probably too clueless to know.
He blinked down at Shoggy 10, not fully recovered from having his mind blown. "What?... Oh. Yeah, c'mere." He picked up the bottled Shoggy, holding the bottle upside down as he tugged on Shoggy 10's pseudopod. "So... how long have your parents been living together? Were they, uh. Living together when Toki tried to kill Skwisgaar at the prefect debates?"