A sort of OOM, but not really.
Toki's mindframe was this.
Ugh! I hates dem all, dey thinks I not so good at guitars! I shows dem dat I can dos it too!!
Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't any better or any more agile with his fingers than he was when he first started guitar lessons, so after his recital, he still was feeling badly. He may have seemed happy, but his Master had died, and Skwisgaar still gave him shit, so he deposited himself into a chair at the bar and was working very strongly to overcome the obstacles of being the second fastest guitar player in the world.
Perhaps, he'd even find time to ask bar for Sandwiches for the guys! Maybe that might win them over. After all, that's how Murderface did it.
But it didn't take him long before someone with a lot of hair and tight clothes found him.
It was a redhead.
A redheaded guitarist drummer by the name of Pickles.
"Dude, Toki, what's wrong?" Asked the young version of the person that Toki knew.
This kind of caring and non-apathy and level of sobriety was a foreign concept in relation to Pickles in Toki's mind and he just blinked.
"I don't wants to talks about it." Said the Norwegian finally, huffing and returning to his guitar.
"Oh, okay, whatever, anyways, heh..." Pickles started, just shaking his head. Sometimes, he figured, the boys of Dethklok just had their issues and he wouldn't get involved until he had to.
"I need you to do me a favor. A pretty big important one, okay? I mean, you can help me out, right champ?"
"Don't wants to helps. You says I's bad at guitar sounds and dats Skwisgaar is de bests. You didn't even votes for me to stays in de bands."
Pickles rolled his eyes. He was not the voting type, he didn't even know what a voting booth LOOKED like.
"No, seriously, Toki, relax dude. It's real easy, I got this letter I need to get to me in yer time, I got some things I need to ask him and stuff and we..."
"GIVES IT TO YOU YOURSELFS PICKLE! I not interested in dis stupid times flux momble jombles! Just leaves me alones!"
"Dude, that's the problem, I can't give it to myself, because while I'm here, he can't be."
Toki paused. Well, Pickles had been complaining that the door to Milliways was locked for him for a couple days. And that was more annoying than this.
"Okays, I gives you dis stupid letters. But I don't wants to bes a personal message-givers to yous. Has Skwisgaar dos it, he's betters at mes den everythings anyway."
Pickles shrugged that off as well. Band drama. Not his problem. He handed Toki the letter, which was pocketed, and he walked off.
After Toki returned to Mordhaus that night, he approached an older Pickles.
"Your girlselfs says to gives you dis, I tells him not to talks to mes to sends backs and forths love-letters with mes, you talks to Skwisgaar."
"Oh, dude, okay, right on, thanks Toki." Pickles opened the letter to read,
Dear me,
Hey okay now I'm a little confused how this works, you probably sort of remember writing this (Hey! I do!) and you probably want to know what's up.
Well, we're together with Miniver right now, and it's fucking fantastic. I hope you know that you're a big part of why he even asked. Thanks for that, I mean it.
Okay so the reason I'm writing is because you should probably think about making brownies more often, because the reaction I'm getting now is actually really funny.
And oh yeah, I'll be in the bar for a couple months straight, I'm sure you remember that too, so since you do, just remember that I'm having more fun for your sake of fond memories than you could build up yourself since you're old and bald and I'm young and have Cheevy.
We'll be going out of bar in a couple days for a little outing so you can visit then, but otherwise, Bar's mine for two months. Thanks.
By the way, what the HELL is up with the guitarists? Are they an item? What's up with that? And tell Nathan that you can still kick his ass at drinking.
-You
Pickles rolled his eyes and chuckled before tossing the letter aside. He'd write back eventually, but his young self should know better than to think he cared to answer any questions about anything.
Ugh! I hates dem all, dey thinks I not so good at guitars! I shows dem dat I can dos it too!!
Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't any better or any more agile with his fingers than he was when he first started guitar lessons, so after his recital, he still was feeling badly. He may have seemed happy, but his Master had died, and Skwisgaar still gave him shit, so he deposited himself into a chair at the bar and was working very strongly to overcome the obstacles of being the second fastest guitar player in the world.
Perhaps, he'd even find time to ask bar for Sandwiches for the guys! Maybe that might win them over. After all, that's how Murderface did it.
But it didn't take him long before someone with a lot of hair and tight clothes found him.
It was a redhead.
A redheaded guitarist drummer by the name of Pickles.
"Dude, Toki, what's wrong?" Asked the young version of the person that Toki knew.
This kind of caring and non-apathy and level of sobriety was a foreign concept in relation to Pickles in Toki's mind and he just blinked.
"I don't wants to talks about it." Said the Norwegian finally, huffing and returning to his guitar.
"Oh, okay, whatever, anyways, heh..." Pickles started, just shaking his head. Sometimes, he figured, the boys of Dethklok just had their issues and he wouldn't get involved until he had to.
"I need you to do me a favor. A pretty big important one, okay? I mean, you can help me out, right champ?"
"Don't wants to helps. You says I's bad at guitar sounds and dats Skwisgaar is de bests. You didn't even votes for me to stays in de bands."
Pickles rolled his eyes. He was not the voting type, he didn't even know what a voting booth LOOKED like.
"No, seriously, Toki, relax dude. It's real easy, I got this letter I need to get to me in yer time, I got some things I need to ask him and stuff and we..."
"GIVES IT TO YOU YOURSELFS PICKLE! I not interested in dis stupid times flux momble jombles! Just leaves me alones!"
"Dude, that's the problem, I can't give it to myself, because while I'm here, he can't be."
Toki paused. Well, Pickles had been complaining that the door to Milliways was locked for him for a couple days. And that was more annoying than this.
"Okays, I gives you dis stupid letters. But I don't wants to bes a personal message-givers to yous. Has Skwisgaar dos it, he's betters at mes den everythings anyway."
Pickles shrugged that off as well. Band drama. Not his problem. He handed Toki the letter, which was pocketed, and he walked off.
After Toki returned to Mordhaus that night, he approached an older Pickles.
"Your girlselfs says to gives you dis, I tells him not to talks to mes to sends backs and forths love-letters with mes, you talks to Skwisgaar."
"Oh, dude, okay, right on, thanks Toki." Pickles opened the letter to read,
Dear me,
Hey okay now I'm a little confused how this works, you probably sort of remember writing this (Hey! I do!) and you probably want to know what's up.
Well, we're together with Miniver right now, and it's fucking fantastic. I hope you know that you're a big part of why he even asked. Thanks for that, I mean it.
Okay so the reason I'm writing is because you should probably think about making brownies more often, because the reaction I'm getting now is actually really funny.
And oh yeah, I'll be in the bar for a couple months straight, I'm sure you remember that too, so since you do, just remember that I'm having more fun for your sake of fond memories than you could build up yourself since you're old and bald and I'm young and have Cheevy.
We'll be going out of bar in a couple days for a little outing so you can visit then, but otherwise, Bar's mine for two months. Thanks.
By the way, what the HELL is up with the guitarists? Are they an item? What's up with that? And tell Nathan that you can still kick his ass at drinking.
-You
Pickles rolled his eyes and chuckled before tossing the letter aside. He'd write back eventually, but his young self should know better than to think he cared to answer any questions about anything.