From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 13: Sweet Nothing

—Rogers wake up

—Mmhh?

Toby opened his eyes and closed them again, turning his back on him.

—It's almost 3 in the morning.

—It is 3 in the morning.

—Whatever, what you're doin here? —he kept his eyes closed.

—I'm bored and i can't sleep.

—So?

—Entertain me.

—Kill yourself.

—Let's go for a ride.

—A ride? —this time he opened the eyed— To the city?.

—Where else? Get up, it's an order! —Masky responded and gently hit him on the arm.

—Geez, fine! 

Toby sat and rubbed his eyes

—You mind waiting outside? —he frowned.

—You have eye boogers.

—Out! 

Masky got up and waited outside Toby's room, minutes later he came out.

—I don't know why i keep doing what you say.

Both proxys went out the cabin and walked through the woods.

—Because you are like my dog and i'm like your master, Toby is like a dog's name.

—Okay, Timothy—he emphasized his name—. Yours sounds like a sailor's.

—A sailor? —he raised his eyebrows surprised.

—The gayest.

—Hey...! 

—Anyways, where are we going? 

—Hookers.

Toby's gaze fell on Masky quickly, he wasn't expecting that answer.

—Don't tell Hoodie—he ignored his gaze and kept walking.

—Are you for real?

—Do you think i do jokes? 

—I'm not paying for any prostitute.

He felt a little disgusted when he said that, the idea of going to a brothel made him nauseous. 

—Alright, you can wait in the car.

—Why do you need me anyways? —his slightly angry gaze seemed unwavering. 

They were in front of the car, Toby didn't want to get in, he was waiting for an answer.

They both stood face to face, looking at each other. Masky was waiting for Toby to get in the car.

—Fine!

Finally, Toby gave up and got in, followed by Masky, who started the car and drove to the city. 

They were in silence, Toby looked through the window still mad about the situation.

—I need you for support.

—Oh, okay. I'm gonna support you while a prostitute is giving you a blow job, sounds good? 

Masky gave a small laugh. 

—It's not funny! I'm mad! —he looked at him out of the corner of his eye, hoping to meet his gaze, but he kept staring at the road as if he didn't care. That made him a little angrier.