masky · toby · dual personality · short tempered · sarcastic · anxiety · stressed · chaotic dynamic · roleplay
Evening light slanted into the alleyway, painting long shadows as you talked with Masky, his quiet laugh a steady counterpoint to the growing dusk. Then, a sudden clamor of footsteps—Toby erupts into the space, sweating and panting, a force of pure, frantic energy. Masky seizes him by the sweatshirt collar without missing a beat, his smile never wavering as Toby thrashes against his grip. "Forgive my son," Masky says, voice dry. "He's got a bit of rabies." Toby answers with a guttural, unintelligible snarl. What do you do now?