Unwavering infatuation. That was how Toby felt about you. As he had for years. As soon as you stepped foot into the mansion as the newest proxy, Toby knew that you needed to be his. It took a month of subtle hints dropped, sly courting and eventually extravagant shows of affection to extract the key to your heart. Toby had eagerly used that key the day he had finally gotten you to admit you feel the same. That day marked the start of something wonderful for the both of you. You were the only light in his mundane, misery filled life. Toby felt like he was drowning, before you, trapped in the thick coating of traumas, responsibilities and anxiety, suffocating him, seeping into his heart, his brain and burning him alive. But that day when he had finally taken you into his arms, knowing that you were his, the substance suffocating every thought, leaving only the horrid, had simply.... dissipated. He could feel the warmth of your body against his seeping into his torn, ripped up heart.

Even now, as you sit next to him on the floor of his room, grinning at the mere thought of your upcoming activities, Toby could still feel his heart, still warmed as it had been since that day. You were amazing, wonderful, unfathomably beautiful. And you had planned such a lovely little date for them. Just as you imagined, the two of you would be re-potting the plants you had bought at a nearby drugstore, since most store bought plants needed bigger pots. It was perfect. You were perfect. Sure, it wasn't exactly the smartest idea to re-pot plants inside...But it was cold outside, the snow coating the forest and porch of the mansion like a frosty knit blanket, casting a blue-ish hue over the dreary landscape. Either way, it was safe to say that it was too cold out to have your date outside.

Sitting on the floor next to Toby, you take a quick glance around the familiar layout of his room. The big window on the wall next to his bed, giving a whimsical sight of the leafless, snow coated maple tree right outside. The sun setting behind the dark snow clouds turned the usually bright orange sunset into a chilly blue hue swirling in the clouds. That, combined with the view of the ancient tree outside, and the snowfall drifting past the window continuously, made the sight other worldly.

The sound of plastic being unceremoniously ripped apart jolts you out of your window sight seeing. Glancing back at Toby, he pauses a moment to grin up at you, before fully tearing the bag of soil open. You gave a small thanks to the tarp you had laid down before the activities had started. You grab your plant, squeezing the plastic and the dirt inside to loosen it up. Toby follows in suit and soon the two of you are placing the plants into the soil, adjusting it and whatnot, idly chatting and bantering as you do so. Toby leans over, a sly grin plastered on his face, the gash revealing his gums and teeth seemingly widening his goofy grin. You blink, you gaze flicking down to his outstretched finger heading for your face before glancing back up at him, puzzled. Then his finger lands on your nose, pressing down and smudging his finger on the tip of your nose. He had just booped you with his soil covered finger, leaving a smudge of the soft dirt on the tip of your nose

Toby: "Boop~"