DISCLAIMER: Everyone knows who this belongs to, I'm just here to confirm that I'm not one of those lucky people. If Nathan Explosion were mine... Well, let's just leave it at that.
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When Easter Eggs Hatch...
"Natans, I finds dis ons internets.. is its true?" Nathan looked up from his copy of Frankenstein, another of his rare, first edition copies somehow procured by Ofdensen for him – almost certainly by illegal or at the very least dubious means. Toki stood before him, lip quivering as he proffered a laptop, currently surfing a website called I Can Has somethingorother, as far as Nathan could tell, and the screen was showing a brightly coloured picture of a collection of birds, either dyed or photoshopped the strangest assortment of gaudy colours. It rather made the eyes sting. There was a caption, too, assuring the reader that this was what happened when easter eggs hatched, in somewhat broken english. Baby talk, perhaps. Nathan glanced over his glasses at Toki. "Is what true?" he asked, slightly puzzled. The norseman heaved a little sob and shoved the laptop in the frontman's ruggedly handsome face, almost knocking the reading glasses askew. "Does dems comes froms de eggses? De littles chicks? Dey is borns from eggses?" Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Uhhhh.. No. I don't think they're real." "Dey is real!! Dey is right deres! Coloureds chickses in eggses! Has I beens eating eggses wids de little chicks in dem?" "Uhh, no, Toki. Easter eggs are full of chocolate or caramel or.. yeah. Shit like that." Nathan knew this for certain. The easter egg races at Mordhaus were a spectacular event, rigged solely for Toki's pleasure and for Nathan's amusement in watching his childish display of joy and excitement. Ofdensen set it up each year upon Nathan's orders – though he had learnt early on not to question this. Nathan's ways were sometimes obscure, and much more often completely random. They were also likely to lead to threats of dire violence if pressed. But he digressed. Toki still seemed unsure, and it was vital to Nathan's continued happiness that Toki remain content. "Toki, those chicks are fake, okay? The Easter Bunny wouldn't give you eggs that could turn into chicks. He knows I'd kick his arse. You eat as many eggs as you want, mkay??" Toki threw the laptop to one side, pulled an easter egg from some secret place, and promptly sat square on Nathan's lap, placing the treat in his mouth. He ate it willingly enough. "If I can, you can," he said gruffly, and Toki leant forwards, kissing Nathan sweetly and licking his lips when he pulled away. "I cans..." he smiled, a rougueish tinge to his eye as he plucked the reading glasses from Nathan's nose and placed them carefully on the coffee table, before leaning in to greet his lover in like fashion to before. Not for the first time, the burly singer reminded himself that chocolate and manager manipulation made the world go round, and silently praised this lollycat syndicate. It might prove a useful ally later on...