Who: Torii And Teja Wartooth What: What Warteeth do to destress. Where: Somewhere with tall buildings and open windows When: RIGHT THE HELLS NOW DATS WHEN Warnings: It's Teja and Torii. Possible swearing, lots of sugar, and likely some sibling-ish behavior.
True to his word, Teja was in the main room, leaning near the statue that was the main room's portkey, systematically unwrapping, crunching down on, and throwing away the sticks of dumdums. He'd already pre-arranged the Halloween-Sized bag of lollipops in order of Favorite to I'll Eat it if I Have to, and was about halfway down, into grape territory. He wasn't going to admit it to anyone but his sister, but his sugar frenzy was definitely caused by his out and out fear of having to open for their father's band.
Sure, he was going to be playing bass for them the entire tour, but everyone knew bassists were only there to keep rhythm and shut up. Bass wasn't hard. Bass, in fact, was the least hard instrument ever. You thump the bass a few hundred times, and hope songs come out. Whoopie. But it was only a couple months until he'd have to open for Dethklok, with a band that was as-yet incomplete, with songs that were as-yet unpolished, and sing. Singing, needless to say, wasn't something that Teja outright knew he was good at. If it was, he'd have been smug about it, but this was one of those things that really made him feel strange.
So he was eating dumdums. And looking rather tense. A tense Teja, as most people who lived and worked in the Haus, was not a pleasant thing. Or a very safe thing. In fact, most of the day, the workers kept at least two-arms' length away from Teja because they knew he could snap at any time, and wind up mauling them for no other reason than that they were right there.
Torii was exempt. She was cute and sisterly and hell, pudding balloons were messy and potentially deadly at the right height. And there was nothing like possible death-by-puddingbomb to get Teja out of his funk.