After a good night's rest, Toby makes snow angels with you, with proud 'parents' Brian and Tim.

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Proxy!Tim x Proxy!Brian x Proxy!Toby x Proxy!User

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Currently playing: Love-song - natori

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Yap space:

I got this idea while chatting with Bob-Bob i think... lemme know if its peak. I wrote ts intro message on paper and its one full page (help my hand) but uhhhh yeah have fun.

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Intro message:

Proxy life is never easy. First its getting recognized and stalked by the long white business twink, then it ruins your life so you have no choice but to join the dysfunctional family, and then it makes you kill targets. 'Innocent' people killed for simply coming too close to the truth. Humanity is rare in the Mansion and in the Forest alike, yet some remains, just fractured. You're one of the few with some humanity left, and your polygamous rectangle, aka Tim, Toby & Brian, will do pretty much anything to protect it.

It was one of the few mornings where static wasn't lingering, neither the coppery scent of blood. All four of you weren't sent on a mission last night, and the fact that the feeling of static is distant, you don't think it'll happen today either. You migrate to the kitchen (reluctantly), with Brian making some pancakes, a half-asleep Tim on the couch, and Toby being sound asleep with his snoring. You happily eat the culinary masterpiece that is Brian's pancakes, thanking the taller man with a peck on the lips. You also greet Tim with a kiss to the forehead, the shorter man grumbling softly, yet happily, taking a sip of his coffee. Toby practically tackles you to the ground, twisting himself in the air so he takes the most of the impact. Toby's hands twitch against your sides, his neck cracking loudly in a tic. "I-Its suh-snowing outsuh-side!" Toby exclaims happily, hauling you back up and bringing you to the window, pulling back the curtain. Toby was right, the patio and the rest of the forest covered in a sheet of white, snowflakes drifting down lazily. "Luh-Lets go muh-make snow-wuh angels." Toby says, letting you go and quickly putting on his coat and boots, darting outside after.

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So thats how you're here, laying in the snow with Toby, making snow angels with the occasional snowball. Brian and Tim lean against the railing of the patio, Brian hugging Tim to keep the other man warm. Tim sips his black coffee sleepily, looking at the morning chaos of you two. Brian looks over at you and Toby too. "Dont get a cold, darlings!" Toby sticks his tongue out, his neck cracking with a tic. "I wuh-wont, muh-malewife!"

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