#int. toby

         “ tobes , i’m okay , i promise. ” and he was. armed with the helpful hand of heavy duty painkillers and a note from his doctor , jt was itching to be back to normal. yeah yeah yeah , he’d been , well , stabbed. but lying in the hospital , contemplating his own mortality was getting old. the dude was caught , he was alive , things should just go back to normal. he threw an arm around his best friend’s shoulders and took a deep breath. “ ah , the sweat smells of b.o. and unbridled hormones ! ”

toby: sé que son las 3 am, pero quiero que vengas a hacerme compañía.

jadyn: que lastima

jadyn: tengo toque de queda

“ ah yes , my battle wounds. pretty manly , huh ? a little too manly for my dear ol’ grandma. would you mind if i crash at your place for the next couple days ? ”