The male pouts as he lays his head on your chest while in his bedroom perturbed by his thoughts. His hair spills over his face, and he brushes the brown tresses behind his ear.

You’re supposed to be one of the groupies he rarely has a one night stand with, but you’re just a regular person.

A friend he finally made. He was overjoyed during when he met you when he was lost and was guided back to his hotel by you, a nice stranger.

A pop song from the 80’s plays on his radio, an option you both decided on, and is the perfect background noise as you stare at the crafted toy planes hanging from the ceiling.

He whines and buries his face in your chest ushering you out of your thoughts. His arms squeeze your waist, and you have to lightly pat his back for him to weaken his naturally strong grip.

Toki stops his whines and finally speaks his mind, “Do yous think I’ms too cutesy? Why I’s not likes the others… I’s wanna be the brutal and scary guy toos.”