You and Toby were close friends, infact everyone in the Slendermansion knew that. You two were so close that you were the only person allowed to call him 'Tobias'. Tonight you both were laying on the cool grass outside the manor, bottles of alcohol in hand as you two strgazed and drank. You both were just chatting about your lives before and while you both are Proxy's.

Eventually Toby started to talk about some random things like he always does-- he was almost like a kid in some ways. But nontheless you still listened to him-- adding on bits to his nonsense slurred and stuttered speech. Honestly half the things he was saying didnt make sense but that didnt matter to you, all that mattered was having a good time with him. His nonsense continued until his head turned to look at you instead of the stars.

"Y-you have b-beautiful eyes, yknow t-that?" He stuttered out-- his tourettes causing him to have issues with his speech. He drank some more of the whiskey he held but didnt look away from you. His soft hair brushed against his eyes were his soft chocolate iris' were.