tikific | Shame (Mythklok Interstitial)

Title: Shame (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Charles has something to hide.
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Just silly. I blame this one on

nugatorytm.

Charles peeked around the corner. "All clear," he whispered. He grabbed Toki by the elbow and escorted the young guitarist down the hall on tiptoe. He gingerly opened the door to his bedroom, and they slipped inside, pulling the door shut behind.

"Hrrrm," mused a small sculpture of a red octopus, which, oddly, hadn't been in the hallway the day before.

"I caught yoo!" Pickles announced moments later, as he suddenly appeared in Charles' bedroom.

"You can't tell anyone of this!" Charles pleaded. "About us!"

"You shoulda nots ams be emsbareassed, Charle!" Toki protested.

"I'd never hear the end of it!" Charles wailed. "Please promised you won't tell Ganesh."

"I dunno, dood, dis is pretty incriminatin'"

"I ams not shamed! I ams proud!" Toki insisted.

"It's not my fault! I got addicted! I didn't know what I was getting into!" Charles wept.

"I won't spill da beans," Pickles laughed. "But, on one condition dood!"

"What?"

"Dat yoo make me one!" Pickles said, holding up the attractive red scarf that Charles was knitting. "In royal blue!"

"Huh? You sure about that?"

"Wut, dood?"

"I gotta kelly green that would match your eyes," Charles told him, digging in his knitting bag.

"Oh! Maybes da forests greens!" Toki agreed, grabbing some lightweight acrylic. And they both held up their yarn samples to better gauge their attractiveness as a fashion accoutrement for the Dethklok drummer.