Toki was not having a good day.
He'd gone to see the doctor that Charles had found - Dr. Carlson - and he'd been forced to have a full exam. During it, the doctor had berated him for letting his blood sugar go slightly up. He'd craved sugar earlier and had eaten a few cookies, but he'd taken his insulin to balance it out. Apparently, that was not okay with Dr. Carlson.
He'd been having a lot of weird cravings recently. At the start of his fourth month, the nausea had given way to them. It was frustrating if only because he couldn't eat half of the things he wanted. Instead, he compensated by eating other things, which in turn had caused his six-pack to almost completely disappear. He was getting big, and it bothered him.
They'd had practice and Skwisgaar had again ripped into him for messing something up, even though Toki thought that he had played his part perfectly. Combined with the hot flashes he was getting, it took all of Toki's strength not to scream.
Nathan had noticed how agitated Toki seemed and had mercifully called off practice early, using the excuse that he himself didn't feel good. Toki appreciated it. Lately, Nathan seemed to be his only advocate. The singer frequently separated Skwisgaar and Toki when things got too heated, and he was making an effort to ensure that Toki wasn't pushed too hard.
So, Toki had retreated to his bedroom, intent on taking a shower and having a nap. He was still frequently tired. Being around Skwisgaar just made it worse.
00
Toki stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. The hot water had relaxed his muscles and wiped away the budding headache that he'd felt. He walked into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, planning to get into bed shortly. He was surprised when he heard someone's voice right outside.
Actually, it was two voices - Murderface's and Pickles'. They were arguing over something, but Toki couldn't make out what.
Figuring that they would wander off, he didn't think much of it. Then, his door flew open.
"TOKI! Tell Pickles that toucans are totally not metal!" Murderface yelled.
Toki jumped back a step, stunned that his two bandmates had so randomly entered.
"No way, they're awesome! Did you know that they eat the eggs of other birds? That's like, eating unborn children - holy shit." Pickles stopped, staring at Toki.
Murderface was silent, too.
"What?" Toki asked, annoyed. He quickly moved to put a shirt on.
"You got fat," Murderface finally said, before laughing. "Ha! I'm not the fat one anymore!"
"Aw, come on, that's mean," Pickles responded. "He stopped doing drugs and all. That totally messes with your metabolism."
Toki could feel his face getting red. This was embarrassing. And annoying, too.
"Ja, okays, I'ms fat. Can yous leaves now?"
Pickles reached for Murderface's arm in an attempt to shepherd him out of the room, but it was to no avail.
"No way! I gotta get a picture of him!" Murderface protested, reaching for his dethphone. He raised it and snapped a photo. "You're not the cute one anymore!" Murderface taunted.
"Come on, Murderface, stop being rude," Pickles continued to try to pull him away.
"Aww, but this stuff never happens!" Murderface whined.
"Let's go."
Murderface's shoulders slumped, but he followed Pickles out. As soon as they were gone, Toki locked the door.
Frowning, he put on a pair of boxer shorts then laid down on his bed.
00
Of course, dinner that night was a fiasco. Murderface had posted the photo he'd taken to a social networking site and Skwisgaar had seen it. He immediately made a comment about how Toki's fat fingers must be the cause of his recent mistakes.
Toki did his best to ignore the jeers and comments. Nathan, however, wasn't having it.
"You're being a real dick," he said to Skwisgaar. "So are you, Murderface."
"I'm just enjoying the fact that for once, I'm not the ugly one," Murderface replied.
"He may be fat but you're still ugly," Pickles joked, though he was half serious.
"Hopefully it won'ts gets any worse, or we'll needs a new guitarist," Skwisgaar stated.
Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose. He was getting frustrated.
"Let's me sees your fat hands," Skwisgaar said, trying to grab at Toki's arm. Pissed, Toki smacked him away.
Then the (almost) unthinkable happened. Skwisgaar retaliated by punching Toki in the face. Toki was caught off guard and nearly fell out of his chair.
"Heys!" He protested. Toki's nose began to bleed, but he ignored it and stood up, intent on fighting Skwisgaar.
But by then, Nathan had had enough.
"What the fuck?! You can't just punch a pregnant… Person," he yelled at the blonde.
"What?" Skwisgaar backed off. "What's he means? This ams a joke?"
Toki sighed loudly. He hadn't planned on telling Skwisgaar… well… ever.
"It's no joke! He's got an ultrasound and everything. Show him, Toki!"
Toki scowled, but pulled out the photo he had on him. He carried a copy everywhere to remind him of why he was suffering.
"Heres." He shoved the photo into Skwisgaar's hands.
Skwisgaar looked at the picture for a moment, then looked at Toki, then back at the photo, then back at Toki.
"Yous ams gonna bes a moms!" He laughed. "A single moms!"
"Shuts up," Toki growled, taking the photo back.
"Yous has a vaginas?" Skwisgaar was still laughing. "Like ams goils?"
"Skwisgaar! That's no way to talk to the...err.. father? Of your child!"
"What's did you says?"
"I said that's no way to talk to the father of your child! Stop being a douche!"
If Toki could have curled up and died right then, he would have.
"It ams mines?" Skwisgaar asked, eyes growing wide.
Toki nodded "yes", but kept his gaze focused elsewhere.
"Wow," was the last thing Skwisgaar said before he passed out.