Toki had the worst habit of being up before ten in the morning despite how long he wanted to sleep, or how long he'd slept in the first place. He'd gotten maybe three hours, tops, and was rather grumpy while he ate breakfast, huddled against the window, looking out at the roadies doing roadie-work.
It was rather hard to forget Skwisgaar being so upset about someone else who made him happy. And he knew that Stephanie, though infectiously sweet and pleasant, would be no match for the dark and brutal egotist that he cared about so much. Skwisgaar would break her.
The other option just didn't register to Toki as possible. He took a bite out of his apple and scowled through the window, hoping that the scaffolding holding up several roadies would collapse and fall, and he'd be able to watch them plummet to their deaths.
Between the two of them, Skwisgaar might win in the long, long term, but Stephanie would certainly win the short term, in any case, it hardly mattered just at the moment.
The blonde grumbled something that wasn't even an attempt at real words, twisting himself over onto his stomach, utterly and completely tangled in the furry blanket just then.
And wouldn't you know it, the moment Toki turned his attention away from the scaffolding, it collapsed, crushing seventeen roadies in the process.
He stepped away from the window and sat down on the bed, petting through Skwisgaar's hair, gently and softly as possible, not saying anything, just... there.
There was coffee already brewing in the pot on Skwisgaar's vanity.
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It was rather hard to forget Skwisgaar being so upset about someone else who made him happy. And he knew that Stephanie, though infectiously sweet and pleasant, would be no match for the dark and brutal egotist that he cared about so much. Skwisgaar would break her.
The other option just didn't register to Toki as possible. He took a bite out of his apple and scowled through the window, hoping that the scaffolding holding up several roadies would collapse and fall, and he'd be able to watch them plummet to their deaths.
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The blonde grumbled something that wasn't even an attempt at real words, twisting himself over onto his stomach, utterly and completely tangled in the furry blanket just then.
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He stepped away from the window and sat down on the bed, petting through Skwisgaar's hair, gently and softly as possible, not saying anything, just... there.
There was coffee already brewing in the pot on Skwisgaar's vanity.
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... probably not what he really meant.
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