Masky's P.O.V:
I woke up at around 5:30 and pulled on a pair of pants. No-one would be up this early, but I wanted to take Toby killing, after all, it was Sunday. I grabbed my mask, but not putting it on and walked out into the hall, opening Toby's door. What I saw was the most adorable thing ever. Toby was curled up in his sheets, tossing every-so-often and letting out tiny whimpers, I smiled. Leaning over him I put a hand on his arm and shook him gently,
"Toby... Toby" I sang, his eyes opened slowly, and he rolled over to face me,
"Huhhh?" He mumbled groggily, leaning on his elbow. "Masky?" I chuckled,
"Wanna get up? I was thinking you and me could do something." He yawned,
"Wha'?" He murmured, his voice full of sleep.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go killing with me?" He blinked,
"Wha' time is it?" I shrugged,
"About 5:40..." He groaned and plopped down back to the pillow,
"Can't we go later? I'm tiiiired." I sighed,
"Okay, we can go tonight. I'm going back to be-" His arms snaked around my arm, and he looked up at me,
"Don't go..." My brows furrowed, and I dropped my mask to the floor,
"Uhhh..." Toby nuzzled my arm sleepily,
"Stay h-here." He twitched slightly, moving over for me. Should I? This is kind of weird... I slid in next to him and he hummed happily. I stared at the back of his head and shifted uncomfortably. Yeah, nope, this is weird. Sharing a bed with your friend is weird. I was about to move when he grabbed my wrist softly, bringing it over his chest, my hand resting on his quickening heart.
"T-Toby... I-" He cuts me off with a quiet
"Shh..." And I can't help but close my eyes, listening to his quiet breathing and letting sleep overtake me.
Toby's P.O.V:
I woke up, once again, to strong arms around my waist, and a face buried in my neck, their breath tickling my skin. This is how I wanted it... Their eyelashes fluttered against my ear lobe and they stiffened slightly,
"Toby? You awake?" I closed my eyes quickly, he leaned over me and it took all of my strength to keep my breathing level.
Masky's P.O.V:
I leaned over him and... Leaned in slightly, my hair tickling his nose. I sucked in my breath, staring at his face. He's so peaceful... My hands began to stroke strands of his hair away from his eyes and cupping his cheek... I'm doing something I'm gonna regret, but... I was about to lean into his lips, when his eyes opened, and I shot back.
"O-Oh... You're awake... Hi?"
Toby's P.O.V:
W-What does...
What does it feel like to be loved?
To be kissed?
The last thought I had was a little embarrassing but...
What was it like... To... Have sex?
A-And... Why am I thinking all of this?!
