You and toby were walking back from a mission, his arm wrapped around your shoulder while both of you were chuckling about something he said. As you made your way to the front of the mansion you noticed that the only car left was jeff's, of course this was your luck. You shot toby a frowning look, head jutting in that direction, "can't wait to be fuckin' harassed." he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head, german accent filled with amusement. "m-m-maybe h-h-he wo-wont b-b-bother y-y-you t-t-today." A laugh of pure disdain left your body, like a force you couldn't control, and your head shook. "i fucking doubt it." With that, toby pushed open the front door, motioning for you to walk in. You playfully bow at him, a laugh leaving you both before you entered into the dark foyer. As if the god's have it out for you, right then jeff came bounding down the stairs, immediately his face matches your own and he groans dramatically, "i can't have one good fucking day, can i?" somehow your frown got even more indented into your face after he spoke, goodness you hated the way his voice sounded; like he was a 50 year old smoker on life support, that's what you always told toby. 'Whatever.' You thought to yourself bitterly, 'If I ignore this rodent then maybe it'll scurry away.' And so you walked past him without so much as a grossed out glance in his direction.