Mischievous Love

Chapter 7: Faces

Tim sets his mask on his bed side table as he rummages through it picking out his pills. He shakes the bottle lightly getting a quick count before he tosses it back in the drawer. He looks at a few pictures in his drawer before closing it.

Before he was sent to this mansion; the main mansion, He spent his time at many different, smaller mansions that the operator sent him; and sometimes Brian, to. He has lost many proxies. He was sent to these mansions to whip the proxies into shape. Those who died on his watch, he kept their pictures; if they had any of them, as a reminder, that they existed. And they are probably in a better world now. Unlike him, who had to keep living in this blood filled world.

He closed the drawer softly. He then walked back to Toby's side of the bed. He sits next to Toby.

Tim shakes Toby slightly.
"Hey, Toby. It's like Ten. You should be getting up, over sleeping isn't healthy."

Toby groaned slightly as he rolled away from Tim's hand, clenching the pillow in his arms tightly.

"Toby" Tim sighed, "if you don't get up I will have to shove you out of the bed."

Toby stiffened slightly. Tim continued "and then tell everyone that you came to me to help you sleep." Toby sat upright in a flash

"You wouldn't do that! You dick faced -" Toby started before noticing he was face to face with a maskless Tim, and Tim was smiling to Toby. Toby was speechless, he had a quick look of Tim last night for the first time in the time he has known him. *Sure Tim sometimes eats with the other proxies but he just tilts his mask to the side. But now Toby is getting a real good look at it.

His face was sharp, he has a slight stubble and side-burns that suited his face nicely. Dark eyes that seemed to just go on forever when you looked in them. He has light bags under his eyes betraying his stress and lack of sleep at some nights. Toby started to get lost in the eyes of the man infront of him.

"So I guess you are awake. That means you can let go of my favorite pillow now." Tim said still smiling slightly as he looked to the pillow Toby was holding then back to Toby.

Toby blinked breaking his eye contact with Tim. "W-what?" He said looking down at the pillow, "oh! Sorry." He puts it to the side looking for his pillow that he brought. He started to blush slightly from embarrassment.

Tim reaches over and places his hand on Toby's forehead. Toby freaked a little moving away causing him to blush more for unknown reasons.

"What the hell Tim!" He slightly yelled.

"Relax Toby, I was just checking your temperature. You seemed a little red, I mean it's easy to tell you are so pale." He said as he stood up.

"Well you don't need to! You already checked it when I was laying down right?!" Toby snapped. Glaring slightly.

"When you were?- you were awake?!? You little brat!" Tim's face contorted to annoyance. "You had me worried you were sleeping in or that you were sick, for no reason?! Oh my god you wanted to sleep in and leave all the work for everyone else!!" Tim reached for Toby's wrist. Toby scrambled out of the bed on the other side.

"Get back here Toby!"

"You'll have to catch me!" Toby said while bolting to the door.

Tim just watched him leave with a sigh.
"What a brat. . ." He looked to his mask, he walks to it and puts it back on. "Well off to go get a Toby." He walks out his door.