From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 13: Sweet Nothing

After a while Masky came back with their burguers.

—Thanks...

—They're delicious—he said with his mouth full. 

—I'm not hungry i just wanna be in bed.

—When i finish, i promise—he kept talking with his mouth full.

While Masky was finishing his burguer, Toby was staring at the sky, which was turning pink. Birds were flying, and some people were arriving in their cars. 

—It was a good night, i'm eating a good burguer, having a good view... too bad company is not that good, so quiet—he watched him expecting some reaction but nothing—. Are you sick? —he asked and gave a last bite to the burguer. 

—I have nothing to say.

A few seconds of silence passed, Masky clicked his tongue, his brows slightly furrowed. 

—You're so immature.

—Uh?! —Toby looked at him with the same expression. 

—I didn't fuck any prostitute, feminist boy—he explained, resting his arm on the steering wheel. 

—Don't call me that...

—I just went there for business.

—Business?

—Don't ask...

Toby turned to Masky and started yelling at him, he was mad.

—Are you trafficking little girls?! 

—Jesus, stop yelling you almost killed me.

—Answer me!

—Of course not! Are you out of your mind? 

—Then what kind of business?!

Masky refused to keep talking.

Toby sighed deeply trying to calm down, although inside he had a mixture of emotions.

—Fine, don't tell me. Start the damn car.

—Fucking immature, all right, you win.

He started the car and kept talking, which Toby wasn't expecting.

—I have a friend... had. When his mother got sick he and his sister had to work. He as a drug dealer she as a prostitute, easy money. Things went ugly, for both, but he only cared about them so he made me promise if something happened to him i would take care of them. Anyways, he got shot. Days after the mother died too.

He didn't take his eyes off the road but could feel Toby's curious gaze, he didn't mind it like it used to.

He continued the story.

—All this happened years ago, the sister never left work, she's gotta eat—he sighed—. Sometimes she gives me a call when she has tough clients, i come over and beat the shit out of them at the end of the night... sometimes it ends different, you know...

—Does she know you're a murderer? 

—I don't know, doesn't seem to care either. The three of us used to play soccer in the park when we were kids, we've known each other for decades. 

—I bet that little girl was a better player than you—he said trying to change the atmosphere.

—She wasn't a girl back then.

Toby looked at him for a while, which Masky noticed before stopping the car.

—Is that impressive that i interact with a transsexual? Shit, what you expect me to do? Kick his head or something? —he said with some indignation.

—It's not that—Toby responded with a little smile showing.

—So?

—I thought your heart didn't exist or something like that. Masky being an empathetic and decent human being? That's a myth.

—Keep making fun of me and by the way, just to make this clear, i would never traffic kids. Jesus, what image do you have of me...

—Oh, sorry...

—Whatever, get out of the car and leave your burguer. 

—Masky.

—Mmhh?

—I was joking, i do believe you really are a decent man for keeping your promise... and not trafficking kids, well 'decent man' leaving the murderer part out. 

—I guess i'm just too soft for all of it—he shrugged.

—I think it's cute... in a non-gay way.

After saying that he quickly left before Masky could say anything.

—I guess sometimes it's okay to be soft... —he said looking at the burguer while a little smile started showing on his face.