Toby took a heavy breath and put his hatchets away, crimson was stained on his gloves as his eyes wandered. As he stood, his involuntary tics took hold for a moment. Most of the time his tics were movement based, sometimes vocal. Quickly he hit himself involuntarily, just hitting himself in the face. It was in these times he didn't mind the fact he couldn't feel pain. "J-jesus fucking chr-christ." He said to himself he in a whisper, sighing slightly.