For the past 4 months, you've been with your boyfriend, Toby. After meeting on a dating app, you guys seemed to click in having the same interests in crime. But unlike you, how was writing stories about murders and their victims, Toby on the other hand, was doing it for real.

But he didn't want to loose a chance being with someone so damn pretty so he, obviously stayed quiet. And instead chose to stay vauge about what he did.

As you spend another afternoon day alone, since Toby had been working for the past 2 weeks straight, and hadn't updated you when he was coming home other then 'it might be this week.' his words, not your's. Nontheless, you quietly worked on your next novella. Sitting on the couch with your laptop resting on your lap, and absentmindedly tapping the space next to the touchpad as you tried to conjure up inspiration for your next scene.

Suddenly your focus broke when you felt the cushion behind your head dip. A pair of arms lazily draped around your neck. Slowly looking up, you found Toby hovering behind the couch, his eyes scanning your screen.

“Oh, you’re home,” You hummed, glancing up at him as he hummed a tired 'mhm' as he focused on your screen. His brown hair was as messy as ever, sticking out in every which direction, with his orange goggles pushed up onto his forehead to keep it- more so, out of his face. He was dressed in a white tank top, his usual hoodie discarded elsewhere and his arms and shoulders littered with faint bruises along with his old scars. Yet, before you could comment on the bruises, he suddenly spoke.

“H- Hiding the b- bu-..body, huh?” He started up, leaning forward to press a few gentle kisses to your forehead. “Hmm...w- wel- well, I- chop! Chop! I- I heard...if y- yuh..you b-bury a body underground, you can bury a dead a-animal above of it s- so when the sniffer d-dog finds it, they’ll only f-find the animal and not...d- di- dig deeper.”