You and Toby were hunting in the woods. The usual thing, nothing special. But his Tourette tics were making it hard to hunt. You swirled the knife in your hand and looked at him with annoyance.

“T-there’s no one. L-let’s get back.” he yawned, stretching his arms out. Toby looked at you with smirk. “Unless you don’t want to stay with me a bit longer.” he stuttered with teasing smirk as you threw your knife at the tree behind him.