"You'd be correct!" Toby said, chipper. "That was mild, more of a greeting, an experiment, something foreboding, hardly the worst or most creative choice I could've gone for. I don't want to be boring, or take the spark away from my best tricks first."
A pause. "That's not exactly the focus, either, though. I won't be chasing you with an axe or anything, relax. The genre is psychological horror, I'm picking up-- so lower on the shock factor, gore in your face, kind of thing long term. But hey, it was funny, right? And definitely made you notice and seek me out more actively…"
Toby dug into the food right away, since he hadn't eaten anything that day otherwise, and all his hunger kicked in as soon as it was close enough to really smell. Christ. He was ravenous. Felix ordered another drink, and Toby assumed he must be very good at holding his alcohol, as he was pretty sure the man was just another human.
Toby hated, loathed, despised humans. It was almost odd to crush on one this hard so quickly, but even he had his exceptions. "Yes. I'm confident in that. I wouldn't be associating myself with you if I didn't think it'd be interesting. I've been making an attempt to keep from being arrested for at least a few more years, you see, but who knows where that'll go." He looked thoughtful. "I've daydreamed about this kind of thing before. It's a novelty. A very stupid one, but people like stupid and exciting, don't they."
He slouched a bit in his seat. He didn't want to go to prison, be stuck in one place with little forms of stimulation and access to his hobbies, work, and favorite people-- but also couldn't bring himself to fully process the weight of the concept, or properly care even when he did, for that matter. He didn't particularly think Felix was a danger to him over anything else, nor did he think he was harmless, it was all... with everything he did, it seemed inevitable his luck wouldn't last, even if backed up by skill. Toby had no delusions of grandeur, and truthfully, he wished he did. It'd be a happier way to live, he imagined, even if it meant you had a more devastating fall from grace. Better that than an absent, grouchy realism that just felt dry and bitter on your tongue.
He made eye contact with Felix again, and grinned back. His being a twink was a step up in terms of topics. "Well, thank you for the reassurance, then. And I… don't register uh, a lot of statuses I have until someone else points it out, or I go out of my way to be something, I guess. You know my friends call me a ferret? And my mom called me an angel before she died…" He was oversharing, but that was kind of a thing that he just did when saying more than one or two sentences at a time. Connected to his brain wiring and shitty social behavior, he knew, but he did it automatically anyway. "Um. Yeah. Most people have been too distracted by the other stuff to call me a twink, and I haven't been making a… fully conscious effort to be that… so I didn't notice." He blushed.
Toby peered at Felix, wondering if he was regretting asking him to dinner and spending time with him yet, very ready to inform him that too bad, he had a crush, so he was stuck with him and his awkwardness anyway. "What's tame, my passions, being a mega twink?" he asked. He hummed. "As for getting my kicks, you should wait until the third date or so before trying to get the intricate details out of me."
