From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Cap. 16: It's You

—Do it, it'll be fun! Seeing him sleep outside in his undies.

—Play a card for once! 

—I don't have a good hand! —Toby answered desperately searching in his cards.

—You have a freaking hand fan, find one!  

Toby swallowed and closed his eyes, accepting the defeat. 

—Pass.

—Fucking Rogers, pass...

—UNO! —Hoodie yelled.

—I'm sorry...

—Alright, what's your call Tim? We keep playing or you accept your defeat? 

Masky threw his cards on the table as he stood up and began to pull down the zipper of his jacket. 

—If i die of hypothermia it's on you.

—Are you really gonna do it?! —Toby asked.

—It's not my fault it's Toby's, he picked the bet. 

—But you are enjoying it... —he said with his torso completely naked. 

—Just like you would if i'd lost. Stop crying, man up and keep your word—Hoodie was enjoying the scene, sitting with his head resting on his left hand. 

—Whatever.

—Don't forget your pants—he said smiling.

He sighed with his eyes closed, gritting his teeth, holding back the urge to punch him.

He unbuttoned his pants. 

—Good boy!

—Shut your damn mouth! Gross... —he said and threw his pants on his face.

—Hey, what a bad attitude! You should've won...

—Whatever.

He opened the door, a gust of wind with a few drops of water hit him in the face, and he left. 

—He really did it...

—He always keep his word. I wish he'd promise quite smoking someday, i'm sick of that smell and the ashes everywhere... Anyways, night. 

Hoodie got up, ran his hand through Toby's head, messing up his hair, and went to sleep. 

—Night... —he whispered still looking at the door. 

An hour after several failed attempts to sleep, Toby got out of bed. 

—I can't believe i'm actually doing this...

He took a blanket and left the cabin with a flashlight. 

It was very windy, but at least the rain had eased. Without any effort, she found Masky sitting under a tree, hugging his legs. 

He approached him and gave him the blanket.

—Why you took it so long? —he asked mad and shivering.

—I'm here, am i?

—The guilt is killing you, huh? 

—Whatever, there you got, i'm leaving—Toby turned around ready to come back to the cabin. 

—Where you think you're going? You owe me a favor—said covered with the blanket, that was a bit wet, and still shivering.

—What are you talking about?

—Did you forget i fed you like a little baby? So sit your ass here—he pointed at the wet grass. 

Toby was mentally swearing, he knew Masky was right. He felt guilty about the situation and also ashamed so he wanted to settle the debt. 

—Fine! —he sat next to him with his arms crossed and without looking at him— But we're even.

—Whatever. 

They sat side by side, their backs against the tree trunk, in silence. The wind stirred the leaves strongly, and raindrops fell on them. 

—Oh i brought your whiskey—he took the bottle out of his hoodie. 

—I don't know how you know i have a whiskey but right now i don't really care—he grabbed the bottle and took a sip—. Now i feel better, thanks... 

—It's nothing...

—Fucking Brian! —he reminded Hoodie's smile and his blood began to boil.

—We cheated and still couldn't win, he's good... —he said before sighing disappointed. 

—Nah, next time we'll cheat better—he brought the bottle to his lips again.

Toby laughed at his insistence on cheating. 

Masky passed him the bottle offering a sip. He looked at it for a few seconss wondering if he should accept it, he really doesn't like alcohol. 

—Your clothes are soaked, you're going to catch a cold, drink—he offered the bottle again. 

He took it, thinking how considerate Masky was being, he drank and almost automatically put his hand to his neck.

—My throat is burning! 

—Obviously—he took of him the bottle and took another sip. 

—I can't understand how you addictions can be that disgusting. 

—That's because you're not man enough. 

—You drink disgusting things and smell like shit—he mesnt the cigarette smoke.

—Alright, tell me your addictions—he answered with sarcasm.

Toby thought for a while, he didn't think he had any addiction or bad habit.

—I don't have any...

—Bullshit.

—It's true.

—Do you cut yourself?

—No...

—Do you have any weird animal fetishes?

—What the hell? No!

—Dead bodies?

—God, what the h-

—You're boring.

Masky turned around ready to finish the conversation.

—How any of that stuff makes me interesting?

—They don't.

—So?

—At least you'd have something to talk about.

—Well i wouldn't be proud of having sex with dead bodies or animals to talk about it.

He hold back his laugh, even though he found Toby boring he also found him funny sometimes, but would never admit it. 

—You should go inside—he said after some minutes in silence.

—You sure?

—Don't make me repeat myself. 

—But it doesn't feel right.

Masky gave him a look full of intrigue, waiting for him to continue. 

—Leaving you alone...

—Oh, you're catching feelings for me—he joked totally serious.

—I changed my mind—Toby answered with a sour face at Masky's lack of seriousness. 

Toby got up, all his clothes were wet. 

—Rogers—called him before he left.

—What is it?

Toby turned to look at him, Masky remained silent, looking at him from the ground.

—We're even.

He nodded and walked quickly, the weather remaining the same. 

They were probably going to end up sick.