From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 13: Sweet Nothing

—Oh so we've got a little feminist—he mocked.

—Is not that! I mean, you woke me up at this hour just so you get laid by a prostitute?! I bet the support you need it's when Hoodie finds out he doesn't scold just you... 

—Oh wow, you do use your brain after all...

—I hate you.

—No, you don't.

—You know sh... —the car stopped.

—We arrived.

Masky took off his seatbelt and opened the door.

—Just wait til i come back—said without looking at him.

—Oh yeah, i'll wait til you get several STDs—Toby answered without looking at him either, with his arms crossed. 

Masky left and he sighed. He was too angry.

—I can't believe he really woke me up for this...

His look that radiated anger gradually changed to one that seemed... disappointed? 

—I guess it's my fault for thinking he actually wanted to do something with me...

He didn't know how to kill time, he tried to sleep but he wasn't sleepy.

And even if he managed to fall asleep, there were many prostitutes knocking on the car window offering their services. 

After an hour, Masky came back to the car.

—All right we can go—he said with a little smile and obvious good mood.

—It's unbelievable getting syphilis makes you that happy.

—You should try it, you've been miserable all night—he started the car.

—Obviously! You dragged me into this, whores were knocking the window all night asking me if a wanted a blow job and Hoodie is gonna kill us! So yeah, i'm miserable... And stop laughing. 

—I'm sorry... —tears were welling up in his eyes from laughing so much.

—I wanna go home and sleep.

—Okay, after the next stop.

—Next stop?

—Stop being so grumpy, we don't spend much time together, do we? —said with irony.

—Yeah... and what's a better plan than prostitutes... —he rolled his eyes.

Masky found it funny to notice these new mood swings of Toby's, how he now yelled at him or insulted him back after years of having a submissive and accommodating personality. 

He liked it better.

—We arrived.

Toby look through the window.

—McDonald's?

—Good news, you're not blind! —he threw his mask in the back seat and opened the door—. Let's go.

—Can't.

—Mmhh?

Masky watched him waiting for an answer, which makes Toby real uncomfortable. He looked away and pointed at his mask without saying a word.

—Oh, okay—Masky got out and closed the door, leaving him waiting in the car once again.

Toby hated the moments he had to take his mask off in public, people always stared at the wound on his mouth. It's true some occasions he had to take the mask off without a murmur so he put a gauze to cover it.