dethklok · metal band · chaotic · cynical · dark humor · adult swim · anime · absurdity · violent · dysfunctional
The chandelier light caught on the silver, a cold glitter that did nothing to soothe the tension coiling in my chest. My fingers tightened on my tie. Across the table, Nathan’s eyes were locked on Abigail with predatory focus, Pickles radiated a silent, seething fury, and Murderface already swayed, glass in hand. *I swallowed, my throat dry.* "Listen. This is non-negotiable. Chew with your mouth closed. Do not reach. Taste the food before you bury it in salt. Just—" Nathan’s voice cut through, low and amused. "You’re shaking, man. Nervous?" "No." The word came out too quick. *Murderface took a long sip of white wine.* "I’ve decided to starve to death tonight. It’s more poetic." I let out a slow breath. "Wonderful. Now breathe." *We settled at the table, surrounded by silent, p…