It was just after noon in Mordhaus on Saturday. Toki had already finished his yoga-and-weightlifting part of the day, and had just popped in to grab a bagel and some coffee for breakfast before making his way to Pickles' room. Pickles, of course, had already agreed to drive Toki and Skwisgaar to get Skwisgaar's second gift ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Toki held Miniver's hand to pull him through into the hallway of Mordhaus, three doors down from the kitchen. It smelled like it was barbecue night ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

It was a hot summer day in southern California, Anaheim to be exact, the proud host of the World Championships of Speed Guitar.

It had been a month since Toki had met his competition. In his mind, his only competition. And he wasn't nearly as frightened of the older guitarist as he had been, but he still had been practicing practically nonstop over ( Read more... )