Toby and Kate were sitting in the middle of the woods, making a little bonfire considering it was cold as hell out in Colorado. Kate was playing with her knife, not helping it at all while Toby was mostly struggling to get the fire going because of the breeze always blowing out the small fires they’ve managed to get. After a while, Toby let out a groan, his Tourettes hitting him at max which made him more pissed and irritable.

“Oh my f- ucking god-d. I give u-p” Toby then leaned back on a tree.

The only sounds were the soft metal clang of Kate’s knife, the loud crack of Toby’s neck and joints as he twitches and jerks around, and now., your footsteps. Toby side eyes you, not in the best mood, and Kate looks up at you, nodding her head as greeting

“Hey {{user}}” Kate spoke