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It was pretty much like every other day in Mordhaus. The roadies were dying unsightly deaths, the band had gotten out of practice and went to do whatever it is they did on their free time, and as such, Toki was off building his model airplanes.
To be quite honest, however, he'd been rather edgy as of late. Short tempered and snappish at anyone who dared disagree with his often jaded-sounding opinions, and shunning of others, including Skwisgaar. He'd stayed in his own room for the past two days, not to be shrewd or unreasonable, but just to make sure he didn't hurt the Swede's feelings when he turned down any advances made.
Something was boiling underneath his outward emotions, something very forseeable in the band's knowledge of Toki. They'd seen it before. First it was the children and the Wish for Something foundation, and then it was due to rabies, and now... well, now it was a number of factors, the most of which was losing his friend.
If someone were to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, the powder keg would ignite and explode and leave a brutal wake of fire in its path.
To be quite honest, however, he'd been rather edgy as of late. Short tempered and snappish at anyone who dared disagree with his often jaded-sounding opinions, and shunning of others, including Skwisgaar. He'd stayed in his own room for the past two days, not to be shrewd or unreasonable, but just to make sure he didn't hurt the Swede's feelings when he turned down any advances made.
Something was boiling underneath his outward emotions, something very forseeable in the band's knowledge of Toki. They'd seen it before. First it was the children and the Wish for Something foundation, and then it was due to rabies, and now... well, now it was a number of factors, the most of which was losing his friend.
If someone were to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, the powder keg would ignite and explode and leave a brutal wake of fire in its path.