It was a boring day at Mordhaus. The atmosphere around Mordland was cloudy and dark. Sure it was brutal, but it made the place so DULL. The band had somewhat abused Jean Pierre for the umpteenth time, and the only people left in the rec. room were Pickles, Nathan and a sleeping Toki. "This sucks, dood." This earned an irritated grumble from the frontman.

Nathan had his reading glasses on, skimming over the obituaries in the newspaper for anything that could be a good idea for a song. "Hmph..." taking out his handy dandy recorder, he clicked the button. "Idea for a song. Imploding guts." And once again, the boredom set in. "Hey, Nat'en?" Taking his concentration off of the newspaper in front of him, he sent the drummer a slight glare. "What?"

"I think we should find a wey to peeass (hurrhurr) the time. Like, a game or somethin'." Almost immediately, the slumbering Norwegian practically jumped out of his sleeping position. "OH WHOS TALKING ABOUTS A GAME? TOKI WANTS TO PLAYS!" Figures. He probably wasn't even sleeping in the first place, just closing his eyes and making snoring sounds.

"Alright. What we heeave ta do is... hmmm... well, we could alweys, ah, pley somethin' like truth or deeare." It was a childish thing to suggest, but they've done worse, and this got Toki happier than a... whatever. You get the point. "Alright then. Who's going to ask us first? Pickles, Toki?" Immediately, the latter practically had a spasm. "I's go, Nat'ens! Me! Toki! Over heres!"

The three were seated wherever, it didn't matter. "Okays... uh... Pickle, truth or dares?" "Truth. I'd reeather not git dared in Mordhaus." It was logical reasoning. "Alrights... uhhh.. Oh! Did you reallies have a... ho... homoseksicles... ah... thing.. when yous were in Snakes 'n Barrels?" Now THERE was some entertainment. On Nathan's part, anywho. It was amusing to see someone, especially in Dethklok, in the spotlight so suddenly.

"Ah... heheh... ya see..." "Spit it out, Pickles." there was somewhat of an amused expression on Nathan's face as he leaned in towards the drummer, determined to get some dirt on another band member. That's what would serve as fun for everyone around Mordhaus during days like this. "Ugh! Fine! Yeeah, I did, big deal!" "Oh wowee! Hows was it?" This caused Pickles to angrily snarl at the innocent Scandinavian, and Nathan to snort, hiding an upcoming growl. Even if it WAS funny to him, something odd boiled inside of him at the thought of Pickles in a relationship with a man (or rather, 'another' man).

"Toki, don't you have anything else to do? Go bother Skwisgaar or something." And just like that, he was off like a bullet, speeding down the hallway to irk his rival. Pickles was now determined to find out what that was about. He wasn't stupid, he knew when Nathan was angry or annoyed. It wasn't too difficult to figure out. "What was THEEAT Nathan?" this time, he correctly pronounced the 'th' in the lead singer's name. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Now Pickles was getting entertained. There was a pouty look to the other. It was like seeing the king of darkness itself... in time-out. "C'mon, Nate, don't tell me you're jealous or somethin'!" Now, the already easily-angered frontman had had enough. Standing up and towering over the already fairly short Irish man, he leaned in and tugged him by his shirt. "Jealous?" His voice was already low, dark and brutal on it's own... but the menacing tone to it could make somebody shit themselves.

"U-uh... heh, I didn't..." he found himself unable to speak as he stared into Nathan's deep green, fiery orbs. This was a situation that nobody ever wanted to be caught in. Pickles swallowed the nervous lump in his throat. What came next... well, it never would've been predicted. It took Pickles a second to realize that their lips were touching. Wait... back up.

THEIR LIPS WERE TOUCHING.

His face heated up like a furnace, watching Nathan pull away from him in disbelief and confusion. Though, most of the confusion was about how he felt just the slightest bit of disappointment when there was space between them again.

"Maybe I am."