Title: "Vacations Are Brutal" - Chapter 1
Author: Klarinette-18
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Charles, unnamed Klokateer
Word count: 398 (plus this bit, as well)
Summary: The boys are away at a press conference/on vacation. Charles decides to take a night for himself.
Warnings: I don't even think there's any swearing in this bit.
Comments: Working on a couple Pickles/Charles idea, because there isn't nearly enough of that pairing floating around. Inspired by this wonderful piece of art.
"Be sure to tell me absolutely everything. I don't care how insignificant you think it is; if one of the boys so much as bites their tongue, I want to know about it."
"Of course, my Lord."
Charles sighed as he closed his suitcase and turned his attention to the Klokateer at his side, "Very well, then."
"Do you require anything else before your departure?"
"No," he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I've already forgotten why the Hell I wanted to do this in the first place."
He nodded to the Gear, who bowed in return, took the manager's suitcase and left the room. If the boys were off at some resort for a press conference/vacation for a couple days, he could handle at least one night off. Right? Mordland's finest were accompanying Dethklok at this event, and Charles had his personal entourage keeping constant contact with them; surely, everything would be fine.
…right?
Charles felt nearly sick at how pathetic he was. The boys were perfectly fine without him; he'd probably never even crossed any of their minds. Besides, they were at a resort in Corsica with access to everything they could possibly need over two days.
"They're fine, you fool," the Dethklok CFO announced to himself, "And so are you." With that said, he took a deep breath and listed his briefcase off the bed—he was determined to do this.
The elevator descended through the levels of Mordhaus and came to a stop a Charles' personal garage. Stepping out of the elevator, he saw the same Klokateer waiting patiently next to a black Roadster, Charles' suitcase already in the open trunk. He lifted his briefcase and set it between the suitcase and a hard, irregularly-shaped case. He closed the trunk.
"Do you require anything at all, Sire?"
"No, thank you," he nodded to the hooded man, "Just keep an ear out for the phone—even the most insignificant thing."
"Of course, Lord Offdensen." The Klokateer bowed and began walking towards the elevator.
Charles opened the door of the Jaguar and climbed inside. He looked for things to adjust; the seat height, the rearview mirror… anything! Anything to kill time. To his dismay, there was nothing that could be done; no one else had ever driven that car, besides him. He started the engine and made his exit from the garage, officially beginning his vacation.