Masky Hoodie Ticci Toby Novels & Stories

It was where I had left it before I fell asleep—drowned by the cream waves of my tousled bed sheets. Tobi doesn't strip down, even though he is half drenched. He is still in that his brown and black 50-over-50 woven sweatshirt with orange stripes at its shoulder, that makes him resemble a homeless person. His hair is in a disarray, in small tight curls like locks. It adds more realism to the homeless-person effect. His watch contrasts with the persona though. It has caught the light firmly between its silver-metallic gray links, shining and glinting.

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

Toby scoffed, pushing his way through the wolves crowding around me. I smiled at him in confusion before noticing the blindfold in his hand. Expertly, he secured it over my eyes and led me to my room in the packhouse. I plopped down on the bed as he tore through my closet after removing the blindfold. The huffs coming from inside told me he wasn’t happy with any of my wardrobe. He finally settled on a teal, a line dress that stopped at my knees, paired with my only black flats. “This will have to do.” Toby said, shoving the dress into my hands. “Now go shower and change while I get ready in my own room.”

“Just making sure everything’s neat.” I locked the chest and walked over to join the two of them. “Can I get you anything before we leave, Cayden?” I asked, still worried by how pale he’d been. “Thank you, dear. This drink’s already done wonders,” he replied, finishing the last sip. A bit of color had returned to his face. “So… congratulations are in order, I see.” “Huh?” I frowned, confused. “My mark,” Tobi said softly beside me. I instinctively cupped the small scar on my neck with my hand.

“Lisa? Is that you behind those oversized shades?” I looked up, squinting against the harsh glare of the sun reflecting off the Atlantic. Standing there was Toby. Toby was “normal” personified. We had gone to high school together . He was wearing a faded band tee, his hair was a mess of salt-crusted blonde curls, and he smelled like coconut tanning oil and old surfboards. “Toby,” I breathed, and for the first time in weeks, a genuine smile touched my lips. “I didn’t think you’d be back from UCSD yet.”

"That's not true!" Rebecca said through gritted teeth, staring at me. "That expression looks familiar," I said. "Wasn't that the same one you had last month when you found out your husband was seeing a college student?" "Alright, let's take it down a notch," Sebastian said, wiping his mouth after finishing his food and stepping in as the peacemaker. "We're all classmates. Brianna, accusations like bullying aren't something you can just throw around. Back then, everyone saw how Melissa treated you. You can't just say things like that without evidence."

’’ Toby’s voice broke as he saw her head rolled to his feet with a horrified look on her face – he understood why she had that look on her face; it was something he was familiar with. ‘‘Did you say the ugly thing looked at your shirt and scream? Alonso had hope in the tone of his voice. ‘‘Yes,’’ Toby sounded defeated and crestfallen. Alonso studied the jersey and found something that made him smile like a crazy widow – it had a large number nine printed on it. ‘‘I know how we can defeat this thing!’’ Alonso started to walk round the cabin gathering strange things like firewood and random metals that he had seen in a storeroom in the cabin before.

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

She was twitching, two small hands pushing her chest, as her eyes grew further and further away from the physical environment. Robinson quickly unbuttoned the shirt, spreading it apart so she has access to more air. He looked around the room, unsure of what was the cause but hoping that this wasn't what he thought it was. But with the twitching and inability to breathe, he knew he had to succumb to the possibility of it. Charles burst into the room and Robinson shouted at him to help him get her medicines. 'Allergies,' he added as the man ran to the dressing table on the left side of the room.

he pointed out. " Very well said, I'll gladly take them off" he took of his hoodie revealing his dark purple hair with a highlight of brown, Tyler took a quick stare before proceeding to pull out his files from his bag. Jayson took off his face mask which he had around his nose and mouth, Tyler could see his plumping rosy lips and finally he took off his glasses. " There now no more secrets" he voiced. Tyler was a bit surprised the Mr Jayson was very young, he was expecting him to be at his late 40s just as Mr Eric.