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[metalsinger]

Characters: OU!Nathan metalsinger OU!Charles metalcfo
When: November 26th
Where: Apartments
Rating: PG?
Summary: Nathan moves to Charles' room. Uh-oh ahead.

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[metalcfo]

Why the man had agreed to let the singer stay in his apartment was beyond him. Nathan snored, had horrible living habits and made messes. Everywhere. Charles could feel the headache coming on already. Why why why.

As his PDA buzzed, the manager glanced at the device and sighed. Room 206. Nothing like having to remind the man where he was. Not like he wasn't only two floors up. Charles was sure Nathan would forget his room in Mordhaus if it wasn't attached to his office.

[metalsinger]

Nathan quickly left his apartment and up the two flights of stairs. Well, one couldn't blame him for not having a map to this place and wanting to hide from zombies and freaky little girls who considered you toys.

And he didn't cause too many messes. He didn't leave too much trash and dead things around. Besides, he'd probably do whatever Charles told him to do seeing as he was the one who had an idea what was going on.

[metalcfo]

With how quiet it was, it was no wonder Charles had heard Nathan coming down the stairs. He had always had good hearing, which was surprising given how loud life with Dethklok was. But Charles always managed to hear everything that went on around him.

It was an honest surprise that Nathan hadn't bothered the older man about cooking, laundry or basic survival needs. Then again, Charles did think for a while that the singer had died from exposure or starvation as he knew Nathan was too proud to ask for help unless he absolutely needed it. Stupid man.

[metalsinger]

Well, duh. Why bother being quiet when it was already quiet and unless someone was doing something like rocket science, who was going to complain? He and the other members of his band were loud anyways. Stopping at the door of room 206, he knocked loudly. He had learned that just because someone said the door was open didn't mean that it was open all the time.

As for not asking about basic needs and survival, well, he couldn't ask. Not when a little foraging found him some cans and hey, rubbing two sticks together wasn't that hard.

"Yo. Charles. It's Nathan."