Toby: *pulls it away without an issue, mostly due to how fast he can move*
Toby: *pops a few cookies and brownies in his mouth and is bouncing all over that place*
you:
call it quits
take a swing
wait
lillac: ;_; -swinging as fast as she can-
Toby: *h just flawlessly dodges, and evertually knocks the hatchet out of your hands*
Toby: i win!
lillac: -i hurt like crap ;w;- . . :>
Toby: eh drink this white shit, it tastes like cat piss but it works!
lillac: <>v<> uhh . . . Wut-
Toby: *hands you a canteen of white liquid that is the same consistency as blood*
lillac: -ew- ;w;
Hallo
hoi
Toby: yeah it looks all weird to! again, trust me it works!
lillac: ok ;-; -le drink-
:>
