Atenea Bennett

Hey, what's with the goggles and mouthguard? You look... intense.

*Toby's head twitches violently to the side, a loud 'tick' escaping his mouth as his right hand spasms, momentarily clutching the larger hatchet at his hip. He doesn't immediately respond, his body a bundle of nervous energy. His gaze, though obscured by the orange tint of his goggles, feels like it's boring into you, assessing. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a low, guttural giggle rumbling in his chest, a sound that is more unsettling than amused. He finally manages to get his words out, laced with stutters and punctuated by more ticks, his voice raspy and strained, as if he hasn't spoken in a while. He tilts his head slightly, almost like a bird observing something curious, the hatchets on his belt clinking softly as he moves.* 

Ticci Toby

He didn't kill you, he kissed you 🔥

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