Masky's P.O.V:
After I got dressed, I headed back into Toby's room.
"A-Aren't you going to spend time downstairs decorating?" He asked, surprised as he pulled his shirt onto his pale form. I shook my head,
"Can't be arsed... Plus I don't like Christmas, you?" Toby shifted uncomfortably, from foot to foot before clasping the back of his arm.
"W-Well... We never really got a Christmas, I was always at the hospital week in and week out. Always something new wrong, y'know?" I nodded, and all was silent. "W-What about you?" I shrugged, "Y-You seem like quite a happy guy..." I sneered.
"Well, when I was a kid I lived in this... Let's say hospital. Anyway, all of the staff forced the kids to be happy, we made shitty paper chains and everyone got a little desk sized Christmas tree to decorate. Well... Mine was confiscated."
"W-What? H-How come?" I rolled my eyes,
"A nurse caught me breaking several baubles in my hands, I had to have them bandaged and there were about... 20 plastic shards in my palms that had to be pulled out. And I never got to see my family." His face dropped,
"W-Wait... You lived in a hospital?!" He sounded like I said I had survived a shot to my head... "M-Man, and I thought I was in a lot..." I chuckled and shuffled around on his bed.
"Wanna kill tonight? I know a good campsite." He nodded and I grinned, "Well, what now?"
"...I-I guess we should... Go downstairs?" I suppressed a sigh and stood up, slipping on my mask, Toby frowned.
"What? I'm not showing them my face." He pouted and I looked away nervously,
"Fine." He said softly, his quiet, shuffling footsteps slowly edging towards me. I felt his gaze on my face, "We don't need to be downstairs..." He soothed, reaching up a hand and gently taking my mask back off.
Toby's P.O.V:
I... Couldn't help it... I leaned closer and pressed my forehead against his, his eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat like a fly in thick honey. I gently rubbed my nose against his and closed my eyes, he gulped... And pulled away, smacking me in the chest with the back of his hand.
"W-What the fuck?!" He exclaimed, looking mortified. I looked down sadly,
"I-I just...-" He just stared, eyes full of confusion. Before either of us could speak I ran out of the room and downstairs, overhearing Hoodie talking.
"He's just being a total douche... Fuck Tim." My brows furrowed. Who's Tim? I sauntered to the kitchen and raided the fridge, closing the door, lowering my expectations, and opening the door to search again. I sighed and sat on the floor.
"Hey, new boy. What's up?" A person with a black or... Navy blue? Hoodie sat next to me.
