Boys Just Wanna Have Fun
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Strange sounds echoed down the hallways of Mordhaus. Unknown sounds around the vast mansion were not uncommon, but this time the noises gave Nathan Explosion an inexplicable sense of unease. Something wasn't right. The brutality levels in his blacker than the blackest black domain were out of balance.
Stalking through the halls, Nathan tracked the odd noises to Pickles' room. Besides the noise, he could clearly hear laughter and hilarity from behind the closed door. This did not bode well. Without preamble he slammed open the heavy door.
Toki and Pickles froze in a very odd position, eyes going wide. The drummer gulped.
"Uh… hey 'dere, chief."
Nathan stood still in the doorway, face deceptively calm. The silence was highly expectant. "Tell me you two aren't dancing to Thriller. Tell me that. Tell me that and I'll leave, and we'll forget this whole thing ever happened."
"But is fun, Nat'an!" Toki chirped brightly, completely oblivious. As the music played on he dropped his zombie pose to smile winningly at the vocalist. "Pickle ams teachings me all kinds of fun stuffs from de 80's, right Pickle?"
The redhead grinned weakly, visibly wilting under Nathan's glare. "Yeah, sure, kid… lots'a fun…" He absently wondered which Nathan would break first, his vintage boom box or his neck.
Surprisingly, Nathan did neither. With a disgusted huff he grabbed the doorknob and pulled it to, preparing to leave them in disgrace to their 80's dance mix. Then he paused to send one more glare at Pickles. "Yeah, whatever, fags. But I want you to know something. If I ever hear Madonna or Cyndi Lauper from this room…"
The thunderous slam of the door left very little to the imagination.
"Huh." Toki cocked his head curiously, as if completely unbothered that they had only nearly escaped a brutal mauling. "You woulds t'ink Nat'an might like de songs about zombies and demons more dan dat."
"No kiddin', right?" Pickles was already on his knees next to an open drawer. Pulling out a small pile of vinyl records and cassettes, he shoved them far into the dark recesses under the unmade bed. "Sawrry, Cyndi. This is definitely fer the best."
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