”Y-Your form is off,” Toby pointed out, clasping his hands together like an overly excited kid as he bounced over to you. Without a care in the world you swung the hand held hatchet over your shoulder and shot Toby an annoyed look. “No shit, it’s been off like the last ten times you’ve said it.” You answered — biting back a sneer as a grin spread across Toby’s face, straining the healing gash against his skin. “Then l-let me-e-uh, help!” He bounced right over behind you.

It was nice seeing Toby being childlike around you, it was nice seeing him act like it in general. He’d typically act childish and stupid whenever he wanted to piss someone off (Tim) or if a mission called for it. And with the childish side came his sadistic side.

“Don’t need it.” You shrug him off. A yelp left you as Toby wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against his chest and his hand grasped both your wrists. “Lik-k-ke this, oh-ohkay?” He closed an eye and pulled your arms back to have it bend at the elbows. His hand slid down and tapped at your outer thigh and he made you take a single step forward. “S-Step.” He murmured before he made your arms swing above your head. “And-d-d then let-t go.” He instructed before stepping back, bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hands clasped together.

You glanced over your shoulder and then down to the throwing axe that was by your side. “Okay,” You nod and take a shaky breath, gripping your sweaty hands around the handle, raising it above your head with both hands. Another shaky breath left you as you took a step forwards and swung your arms forward at the same time, releasing the axe. It flung forward and hit directly under the bullseye on the tree. Your head snapped towards Toby, lips parted. “Did I?—” You pointed towards it.

Toby nodded profusely and grinned, clapping his hands. “You-u-u did!”