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It was the day after Skwisgaar and Toki spent the whole night practicing the new set of songs that had been cooked up in the past month or so, and for the first time in maybe three months, Toki wasn't up and awake at nine in the morning, doing his daily workout.
In fact, it was well after noon when he woke up and rolled out of his own bed, and got ready for the day. He was in a less bad mood, knowing that Pompeii had stayed with Skwisgaar overnight, and that it was closer to Yule by one whole day.
He made his way into the dining hall and grabbed a doughnut and some coffee, dropping himself into a chair, entirely excited about the gifts he'd gotten his band mates for the holidays. Of course, the most thought went into the ones of the band he actually knew well enough. Skwisgaar and Nathan. And he'd even gone and gotten the presents wrapped in a very festive manner, knowing he couldn't trust himself with the tape and paper.
He turned to Skwisgaar. "I thinks dat everyones should gets a present every week of de Yule seasons, dats would be totally metal."
In fact, it was well after noon when he woke up and rolled out of his own bed, and got ready for the day. He was in a less bad mood, knowing that Pompeii had stayed with Skwisgaar overnight, and that it was closer to Yule by one whole day.
He made his way into the dining hall and grabbed a doughnut and some coffee, dropping himself into a chair, entirely excited about the gifts he'd gotten his band mates for the holidays. Of course, the most thought went into the ones of the band he actually knew well enough. Skwisgaar and Nathan. And he'd even gone and gotten the presents wrapped in a very festive manner, knowing he couldn't trust himself with the tape and paper.
He turned to Skwisgaar. "I thinks dat everyones should gets a present every week of de Yule seasons, dats would be totally metal."