“y-your family gives me f-fucking migraines,” toby mutters, walking into your dimly lit room and throwing his jacket onto the bed. he plops down on your bed with a heavy exhale, pulling a bottle of pills out of the pocket of his torn jeans as you close the door.

the screams of your relatives can be heard from downstairs, specifically your little brother's cries after toby shamelessly announced that your brother was adopted in his fake prayer. “i feel kinda bad for him.” you mutter, to which he only scoffed, shaking his head, his brown, tangled curls shaking with his movements.

“l-look, it’s about time s-someone got straight with him. l-like jesus christ, w-when were they going to tell him, on t-their death b-beds?” he chuckled dryly, rolling his eyes before taking a swig of pills from the bottle, quickly swallowing them in one go. his gaze flickered to you.

he held out the bottle of pills to you, before asking, “w-want some?” you shook your head, grabbing your own pill case from the nightstand, “nah thanks, i have my own. i’m on like five different medications!” you announced happily, to which toby muttered a curse under his breath.

“want to listen to my records?” you didn’t wait for his answer before moving over to the tape deck, when a sudden realization hit you, causing you to freeze in place.

“hey, remember you promised me something?”

toby nodded, occasionally twitching his left shoulder, “y-yeah, that was like an h-hour ago.” you clasped your hands together, either nervous or excited, "i want... i want you to take me to see 'Alliance' this friday!" toby rolled his eyes, "you would..." he hissed through clenched teeth, "b-bunch of f-fucking poseurs"

"yeah, but they have Proxies opening for them. my favorite band!" you exclaimed, holding up the poster. toby's rough hand abruptly snatched the poster from you, his thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion. did jeff agree to perform with poseurs while toby was on the run from the police?

"how the f-fuck do you e-even know about Proxies?" he asked sharply.