@intelligentmrtoad asked: "Would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time?" Toad forces a laugh, desperately trying to gauge how fucked he is. "But, uh... no 'arm done! So, it's fine... r-right, mate...?" [ Hello! I hope it's okay if I jump in on a prompt! 👋 ]
It was like clockwork. Every day, there was something to come out in the night for. While he didn't mind making a trip for those calls, it became routine almost. There were days where one call wasn't made and a part of his heart felt some sorrow; did Toad forget his daily call for Bigby? Was he no longer needed? The agony!
Yet, here he was. Standing out in the street, blocking Toad's way for a moment while the streetlight provided some kind of path on the sidewalk. At this point, it was expected to hear something about brushing it off and let by-gones be by-gones. But he wasn't going to let his outside walk expose him to a bunch of Mundies.
" ... look, Toad, I expect anything at this point. I'd like to hear what your reason is for being out here in the middle of the night," he muttered. "And it's the middle of November ... I can't just brush past this, Toad. What is it this time?"
