Pacing
Jeff was pacing again.
He was prowling around the castle, looking through the rooms and tracking something only he could sense.
Toby checked his goggles and made sure his hatchets were securely attached to his belt before bringing out the big guns.
“MOTHER FUCKER!”
Jeff went staggering forward with flailing arms as Toby tackled him, taking a running jump onto his back and latching on with the determination of a hungry octopus.
“TALLY HO!”
Too many guns had been brought- Jeff face-planted onto the floor and Toby mourned his loss of such a noble steed. Sitting on Jeff’s back, Toby prodded at the back of the teen’s head with a finger.
“Wakey wakey- ACK!”
Jeff had rolled over and sent Toby tumbling, a fist lashing out to slug poor Toby in the shoulder.
“What the fuck Toby?!”
Toby continued his tumble all the way around ‘till he could scramble up to his feet and run . “I HAVE NO REGRETS! VIVA LA TOBY!”
“GET BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE!”
And the chase was on! Wasn’t Toby just the best distraction? He couldn’t just watch Jeff mope his way through the next few months, so let the games begin!
Toby kept a close ear on the sound of Jeff chasing him through the hallway, leading the way to the ground floor by jumping the banister. Know why they always needed to find a new couch? Cause of Toby. It was a 15 foot drop from the top of the stairs to the cushions and WHOOMP! went a cloud of dust.
“Benny!”
“No.”
“I was just saying hi,” Toby pouted. “Time to go!” He booked it for the door as Jeff hit the bottom of the stairs. “Byeeee!”
Eyeless was in the kitchen, flattening himself against the fridge as Toby ran though. Toby swiped the bottle of water from his hands as he blasted by. Out the back door, leap the off the porch, sprint for the trees.. Ooo Masky!
“Hey baby! Call me!” with his thumb and pinkie held up to his face. “Later!”
It was a good night. Could have been better, but since he managed to not get stabbed AND had distracted Jeff, it was a good one nonetheless!