AN- ok so I like this one more then the last. hope you guys do to!
Clover was getting really freaking tried of Nathan and his perfectness ass. It was always like this. Every time Deathklok released a new album he would wait until the last possible second to give her any hints as to what direction to head in artistically. Then he'd spend the next month breathing down her neck to finish the cover in time. She could hardly remember the last day she hadn't spent hunched over her desk drafting what seemed like hundreds of preliminary sketches. Each one was then glanced at by Nathan before being crumpled and tossed aside with a dismissive growl of 'Not brutal enough.'
Clover snorted to herself as she worked. " Yeah, that's real fucking specific. Thanks for the help. Asshole. " She mudded, crushing what had to be her hundredth paper coffee cup and chucking it over her shoulder to join it's brethren on the floor. "Ames you talkings to yourself agains?" Toki asked from his spot on clover's bed where he was reading a copy of some comic book.
The purple haired girl sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She may have had a soft spot for the Norwegian but his presence really wasn't helping her mood. " Maybe. Look don't you have guitarist things to be doing? Go do them." She snapped. Her tone was a bit harsher then intended but her friend attributed it to the stress and caffeine. Toki shrugged. "not really. Wes finished recordings the new tracks. So's we gots the day off." Clover groaned. 'what's a day off?' she thought to herself as she began to trace out a horde of zombie Vikings she hoped would appease Deathklok's fussy front man.
Toki frowned. He didn't like seeing clover stressed. Since she had become a resident of Mordhaus she had become like the big sibling he always wished he had growing up. Whenever he'd start feeling lonely or like he didn't belong he knew he could count on clover to cheer him up with a few snarky comments and a friendly punch in the shoulder. But now that he thought of it he realized he had no idea how to un-stress he's over caffeinated pal. What could work? Then he smiled. Time to use that thing that always works!
Toki put his comic aside and hoped off the bed. He made his way over to clover's desk, kicking coffee cups and energy drink cans out of his way. Hearing him approach throw the mess that was her bedroom/studio clover turned around in her chair. The moment she did her face was pressed into the fabric of Toki's shirt as he hauled her into a tight hug.
Clover Calico did not do hugs. The last time someone had tried was years ago. It was shortly after arriving at one of her many temporary foster homes. The woman had smiled bright and held out her arms, while little clover had just shaken her head and offered a quite 'I don't like to be touched.' Immediately the women dropped her arms and gave the girl a sympathetic, even pitying, look. She probably assumed the kid had been hurt in some way, the poor, damaged, dear. In reality there had been no rape, no beating or trauma of any kind.
Clover just hated being touched. If she had to go out on a limb she's guess it was something to do with not being held as a infant. Maybe all dumpster babies had physical contact issues. At the time she had made a note to ask them if she ever met another one.
She never did find out why things like hugs bothered her. And now as her good friend held her close she fought the urge to punch him in the jaw and tell him to go bother somebody else. Finally, after a few moments of trying to wait him out, Clover gave up. "Hey, Toki?" she asked, voice muffled by his shirt. "ja?" came the naïve Toki's response. "As much as I love the smell of your armpit, do ya think you could let go of my head now?" that was about as nice as clover could think to make it sound. "Do you feel better?' Toki asked hopefully, as he pulled back. "No. I feel like I've been put in a head lock for no reason. Hey since your up why don't you go get me more coffee. I'm running on fumes here, and I just got a new idea." And with that clover turned her chair back around and waited for a slightly sullen Toki to return with blessed caffeine. 'On the bright side' she thought as he left, 'my inspiration's back.'
By the time Toki made his way back to Clover's room with fresh coffee the punk was asleep at her desk, with a sketch of a fearsome leviathan squeezing several zombie Vikings into pulp with its tentacles, siting finished on her desk. Toki held the page up to the light to appreciate the details. If this wasn't brutal enough for Nathan, nothing would be! Toki squinted his eyes a bit. Was it just his imagination or did that sea creature have a fu manchu?