.Annoyance.
"Gah! Can'st do fuckings anyt'ings right...." Toki groused to himself as he gingerly, yet angrily, pulled the blackened edges off the toaster pastries that kept burning his fingertips. When the damn things would cool down enough to actually be eaten, he'd find them to be entirely too chewy: a slightly pleasant side effect of sitting too long in the toaster oven.
Toki's life before Dethklok had been made up almost exclusively of bad days, and there were still quite a few bad days he still had, so waking up with a sore body, way before the good cartoons started, followed by swiftly charring his own breakfast wasn't surprising. He knew he ought to be used to these sorts of things, but it still downright sucked.
"Good morning, Toki," Ofdensen strolled into the kitchen, already looking spiffy in his suit and tie, pouring himself another cup of coffee. God, he'd probably been up for hours already, getting shit done. On a Saturday, no less.
"Morgon," Toki muttered in response. It was indeed morning, but there was absolutely nothing good about it so far.
"I take it everyone else is still asleep?"
"Ja...." Toki sighed. Those lucky bastards. Even Jean Pierre, who should have been up by now, preparing edible toaster pastries, was still asleep. Toki wanted to still be asleep too! He'd tried. He laid in bed for at least an hour, working to get the stiffness out of his legs and trying to find a position comfortable enough for sleep. But it was too bright outside, and Toki had been much too restless.
What was there even to do at this hour of the day? Chew through burnt pop tarts. Scan through the newspaper comics. Watch Ofdensen watch the news, sip his coffee, peruse the business section of the paper.
"When's de last times you gots laid, Chah-lies?"
Ofdensen choked a little. "Excuse me?"
"You looks bored alls de times," Toki explained. "Alls you do is de workings and de busy-nesses. Whens you has de ladies or de boys over to makes yous has some funs?"
"I only seem bored to you because you are bored," Ofdensen commented. "And I hardly think my sexual habits are anyone's business but my own. Especially not that of some juvenile ragamuffin."
"Whatchyou calls me, Chah-lies?!" Toki huffed. "I aint's no raggsy-muffins."
"Of course you're not, Toki," Ofdensen quickly hid his smirk behind his coffee mug and Toki tossed the remains of his breakfast in the trash before wandering back to his bedroom.