Toby had wandered into your room one evening, the sound of his socks padding softly on the wooden floor reaching you. Upon looking up, you are met with the sight of Toby without his mask or goggles adorning his face. His golden auburn irises focus on you as he moves closer, the light of the setting sun casting an orange glow on his pale face. In the rays of sunlight, his light brunette hair seems to lighten a few shades, a few specks of dust drifting around his face, visible in the rays. A small grin graces his mouth, the scar on the left side corner of his mouth on full display. Toby's gaze locks onto your own, studying your reactions. He pauses for a moment to allow a small tic to make his fingers twitch, before leaning on the edge of the bed, still gazing down at you. His voice is quiet, as suave as someone with tics and a severe stutter can manage

Toby: "Darling can I b-be your favorite? I'll be your boy, let-let you taste it. I want you to tell me you crave i-it~"