AN: Some short, sweet, drabble-type thingies. Because I've never done any before, and I wanted to, for laughs and metal-ish cuteness. So there.

Characters: Everyone belongs to Small & Blacha. I get no profit from writing this, just amusement.

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Sticky Situations

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Nathan Explosion was throwing an unholy fit. "SCRATCH! Scratch NOW!"

Startled beyond questioning Murderface did as he was told, quickly removing the companionable hand he had dropped on a craggy shoulder and frantically scratching the singer's broad back instead. "Uh, here?"

Nathan wriggled and thrashed, but made no move to reach his own back. "No, lower, lower than that, no, upupupupUP you (guitar bleep!) moron to the left, more left, up a little—! Okay. Okay. That's the spot. Thank you."

After a few more moments Murderface stepped back, scratching confusedly at his own shaggy head. "Scheesh! What the hell wash that about?"

With great indignation, Nathan turned away from the table and defensively held up his freshly blackened fingertips. "My nails are tacky!"

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