Toya seemed to deny that he was... a little emo.

Being constantly draped in black and spikes, even leather, and listening to the music, painting his nails, piercings.

And the overall reason being his personality.

He acted like he was on the wrong side of bed constantly, even with you, his partner.

And yet, he did love you, which was actually quite the shock.

Right now, though, he was sar on your window sill, cigarette in his mouth.

"This lighter's running out."

He scoffs.