Novel & Cerita Ticci-toby Personality

“Oh, they are just the best! They’re very efficient at what they do. And so polite, too.” “Woman, have you been talking to other men behind my back?” he pretended to appear offended, which made Marjorie giggle. “Men? Only one, darling. You said ‘boys.’” Toby had to tune them out unless he wanted to puke. Instead, he studied the boy several feet across from him. He would have never guessed the kid belonged to Marjorie. Dark red hair, blue-green eyes, and freckles – none of which the mother possessed. He was quite small and scrawny for an eleven-year-old, or maybe Toby was bigger than he should be. Being on the football and baseball team in school would do that to a growing boy.

“He came here one day and talked to us. He said we should write you letters because you were sad. He… he told me what to write in the red one.” “What did he look like?” I asked, my voice steady but urgent. Toby glanced around nervously before whispering, “He was tall. He had a beard. And his eyes were really scary.” I swallowed hard, my wolf alert at the description. “Did he say anything else, Toby? Anything about why he was here?” Toby shook his head quickly, his small frame trembling. “No. He just smiled a lot, but it wasn’t a nice smile.” I forced a reassuring smile, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder gently.

What anyone could call smooth talks but they didn't sound like that to her. Was she weak? It was something she was going to ask herself over and over again. But then, there was something about the guy. What was his name again? Toby. Right. He sounded like he could see something different which she never could see. Like he could see a whole new world which looked beautiful. Something she'd never notice. Maybe she'll never even notice. The first time she saw him when he talked about beautiful clowns and even though she still believed his ideas were delusional a tiny part of her wished she could accept being that delusional even though it was just for a second.

Heath closed the door, and leaned heavily back against it, his eyes meeting Aislen across the room. “I know,” she said as she began to dress again. “Me and my big mouth.” “I think I’m done,” Toby said quietly as he buttoned his shirt. “I made a mistake… many of them, in fact. But I think I’ve paid my dues now. I like you Aislen. I mean…” He looked at her with sad eyes. “I really like you. But this isn’t… It’s not what I liked about you. I want out. I want out.”

*Toby* Toby and Liam were headed home after a long day of training. The day started out with pack training, followed by training with the Alpha-to-be. Mathias had chosen Liam as his Beta and worked with him every day on pack responsibilities. While Liam was the one chosen for Beta, Toby, the loyal twin, stayed behind to help his brother. He was happy for Liam, but he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy at his brother's success.

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.

If they couldn't get their computers working, they were all screwed. He was about five ten, with shaggy brown hair and a lean figure dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and a flannel button-up shirt open over it. Cute, although not her type. She hoped he had a really nice girlfriend. He was a good guy and should have someone who appreciated him. "Don't you ever get tired of fixing the same old problems?" Jared had asked him just the other day. Toby shrugged. "Old problems, new problems. It's all the same. Computers are like women." He grinned. "Ya gotta treat them nice, coax them along, and enjoy the rewards when it all works."

He giggled and pushed my face away, but held onto my cheeks. “Happy?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Happy” I nodded and pouted my lips. He rubbed his little fingers over my cheeks and stared at me. Toby sees himself as my little protector. He is always so worried about my happiness. He growls at anyone who raises their voice with me. He pushes people to get them out of my way. Recently, he has taken to hitting anyone who touches me, besides our family members, of course. His protective instincts are rivalled only by that of his namesake. Tobias would be proud of the little force of nature that Toby is becoming.

He giggled and pushed my face away but held onto my cheeks. “Happy?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Happy” I nodded and pouted my lips. He rubbed his little fingers over my cheeks and stared at me. Toby sees himself as my little protector. He is always so worried about my happiness. He growls at anyone who raises their voice with me. He pushes people to get them out of my way. Recently he has taken to hitting anyone that touches me, besides our family members of course. His protective instincts are rivalled only by that of his namesake. Tobias would be proud of the little force of nature that Toby is becoming.