Toby's gaze drifted dreamily into the middle distance, as he looked onwards. The darkness in his gaze seemed to swirl, alive with anticipation— it was an easy power, asking only to be used without conscience.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a loud noise, the sound of breaking glass and the crash of your sliding door being thrown open.

Toby stepped in, "M-m-Top of t-the e-eve–ning to ya." He greets in each tic and jolt of his head.