You again?!??

//A possible new member?//

Skwisgaar had fallen asleep in the middle of his sulking, and was woken up the next morning by Murderface playing his bass loudly and obnoxiously in the other room. It was only 4:00 in the morning...

Skwisgaar was annoyed and stormed over to Murderface's room, apparently Nathan was already there since he had also been awakened by the loud playing. "Murderface. No- stop. Stop playing. Listen to what in saying." Nathan said in his usual gruff and deep, yet awkward voice. Murderface was tuning Nathan out with his bass guitar.

"Nathan! I can't hear you! I'm rehearsing!" Murderface said as he continued to tune out and ignore Nathan. Nathan grunted in frustration and looked over at skwisgaar. Skwisgaar just unplugged the speaker. "o-oh man, why-whyd you have to do that, you prick?" Murderface said with his usual lisp. Murderface's attitude made skwisgaar want to make that gap in murderface's teeth wider by knocking out a tooth. "Rehearsings? Yous know, we can'ts evens plays at the concert yets. Wes don'ts have another guitars player since Magnus ams gones." Skwisgaar said, his accent as thick as ever.
"No, we will play at that concert. surely some guitar player will come along to be a part of Dethklok. You're so pessimistic lately, Skwisgaar." Nathan said. Skwisgaar glared at Nathan. It's none of their business. Why do they even care? Just let me be alone. Stop caring. Why would they even worry about someone like- "Just gonna keep glaring at me, huh? C-can you stop? It's making things awkward." Nathan said gruffly. Skwisgaar realized he had been staring and felt mortified "Grr. Shut ups." Skwisgaar mumbled, his cheeks a light shade of pink as he walked away. As he walked he could hear Nathan attempting to lecture Murderface. "Heh." Skwisgaar chuckled to himself. "Skwisgaar." Charles said as he stopped skwisgaar in the hall. "There is a line of potential new bandmates. They all seem eager to take Magnus's place as guitarist. Since you are the lead guitarist,  I'd like you to detiermine who fits the bill." Charles said putting a hand on skwisgaar's shoulder. It felt nice... Skwisgaar was kind of touch starved, but he'd rather not think about Charles's touch...
"Gets your hands offs of me." Skwisgaar snapped. Charles nodded and took his hand off of skwisgaar. He snapped a lot lately, he hated it. It was like it was beyond his control. It was like he was acting completely on impulse at times.. "And sure.. I'll does the- this- the things that- fors the guitar." Skwisgaar said. Charles nodded and left the hallway. Skwisgaar just wanted to sleep this stupid thing away. But he couldn't. After all, the day had just started.

~The end~