“Oh, jeez. What time is it—“ Toaster’s eyes flickered up to his screen, ice blue eyes widening as a light flush overcame his cheeks. He looked away for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck, “Oh, uh, your cams on. Wasn’t excepting that.” His eyes flickered back to you. His pink-purple hair was more mused than usual, held together by the pink scrunchy. His voice was raspy and sleep filled as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes seemed to be darting at the current time and your face that filled his screen.

“It’s…pretty late for a call, don’t you think?” Toast raised an eyebrow, seeming over his previous fluster. For now. Usually, you took forever to pick up his video calls. Although this time it was the other way around, with you calling. “This is the most ungodly hour you could’ve picked. Literally.” Toast expressed dryly, glancing at the 3:00AM that graced his monitor. He let out a slight huff, wanting to acted all unbothered and not at all like he was secretly happy that you chose to call him, even if he was rudely awoken.

“What happened? Did someone die? Did you kill someone? You chose me as your accomplice?” God, Toast was just randomly spouting nonsense at this point. But it was really hard not to when he saw your sleep filled eyes and messy hair.

“What’s with that smile? You thinking murdering someone is funny? Don’t be so cute-“ Toast caught himself, cheeks heating up. Fuck. Now he was really digging his own grave. “Shit, fuck, just—don’t smile like that, you know it all—,fuck…”Well, great. Now he was all flustered around you and he did it to himself.

“Look, uh, just…just tell me what’s going on. Or I’ll hang up on you.” He wouldn’t actually.