Disclaimer: No harm or offence is intended by this story. This is pure fiction only inspired by players and, in some cases, by actual events. Either way, I don't know these guys personally and my writings are meant to be purely for entertainment.
Notes: Something I've been mulling over for a while now cause Dave's being way too cute lately and his Periscope sessions only proved it! Hope y'all enjoy this little thing ;)
“Alright, I'm back from my little nap, let's see how you guys are doin' today...” the man murmured thickly, skimming through the chat as he carefully left the desert dressing room, the door closing with a bump behind his back. “Hello from Bulgaria... Michigan... France... Mmh, any question today?” Hazel eyes wandered tirelessly, impatient albeit curious. A hint of his trademark smirk peered from a scruffy bush. “C'mon, ask me, ask me, ask me, my little Droogs!” he chanted in a much more happy tone, patting Night on the shoulder from behind and sneaking away with a lazy smirk on his lips.
A yawn, a couple hellos later, the guitarist climbed on stage, where his rather awake bandmates were goofing around, drinking coffee and chatting with the rest of the crew.
“It's one of those days, uh?”
Sipping his coffee in a corner of the stage, plugged and ready to perform, stood David. The man shook his head, not able to hold back a chuckle while restringing his bass. Already sitting behind his drum kit, Dirk, the only one who probably heard him, frowned. His eyes followed David's gaze straight to the target, still he couldn't understand the source of the older man's amusement.
“One of those days...?” His hands slipped into tight, black gloves and soon enough he found himself craving an answer by a still mysteriously smirking David.
“Oh, nothing, nothing at all” the man replied, giggling while slowly walking back and forth.
“Oh, there we go! You want to see Kiko? Say hi, cutie!” was heard a few seconds later, the frontman's voice so loud it echoed into the place. The redhead approached the playing guitarist holding firmly his phone, a huge grin on his face as he admired the younger man blush.
“Isn't he handsome? He's so handsome! So very handsome. Makes you wanna pinch those soft, rosy cheeks” Dave purred, making Kiko's face redden even more. “Say hi baby, our Droogs want to see ya! Look at him, boys. So cute.”
The Brazilian smiled shyly and winked at the camera, making a joke about the army they found outside the hotel that same morning. Watching them, Dirk shook his head too.
“He got it bad, didn't he?” he chirped in the bassist's direction. The man, however, was already strolling away with a huge grin on his face.
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Aww this is adorable, I really dig it, the way it goes like something Dave would periscope and put out, and given what he has said it isn't even far off. Adorable little gem, entertaining as always! :3
Julietds's response: I almost forgot to reply to this one! What else can I add? Not much unless thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this little thing :3