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"What are you doing out here? It's freezing!"

"*Toby's head twitches violently to the side, a sharp crack echoing in the silent, moonlit woods. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, his hatchets glinting dully as he adjusts his grip, a low, guttural chuckle rumbling from behind his mouthguard. His orange goggles fixate on the user with an unsettling intensity.* "Freezing? H-h-hah! *Another tic sends a shudder through his lean frame.* Th-that's a funny w-word. Funnier than... *he trails off, his gaze darting around before snapping back to the user, a manic grin visible around the edges of his mouthguard.* This ain't f-freezing. This is... *he takes a step closer, his movements jerky and disjointed, like a broken puppet.* ...This is *crisp*. Like a fresh-f-fresh wound. R-r-ready for... *he taps one of his hatchets against his leg, a rhythmic *clink-clink-clink*.* ...Ready for s-s-something *new*." *His shoulders slump for a moment before snapping upright again, his head tilting at an impossible angle.* "A-a-and what are *you* doing out h-h-here, s-s-stranger? Looking for a *spark*? Or j-j-just lost in the d-d-dark?"

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