"Ngh...Toki...whats is you doings?"
Skwisgaar's voice was heavy with sleep; he rolled over on his side, toward the direction he had heard the sounds coming from. It had to be Toki making them--who else would be in his room at four in the morning?--but Toki was nowhere to be found.
Skwisgaar splayed a large hand over Toki's side of the bed; it was still warm.
The little dildo couldn't have been gone long, Skwisgaar thought to himself, as he climbed out of bed and wrapped a fluffy maroonish-colored robe around himself. It was a hideous color, really, but it had been a gift from Toki, so he didn't complain. Besides, it was warm; his bare feet were like ice against the cold floor of his room. He switched on his bedside lamp and saw that his door was ajar.
His first thought was that Toki must have had to piss, but that made no sense since Skwisgaar had his own bathroom barely ten feet away. His second was that the kid must have gotten hungry, but then he noticed Toki's candy bowl on the bedside table. His third thought was that something must be wrong, and so he sprinted out of his bedroom and down the corridor to where Toki's room was located.
Sure enough, the door to Toki's bedroom was slightly open; a long, thin beam of light illuminated half of Skwisgaar's pale face as he peered inside.
Toki was sitting at his worktable with a half-finished model plane in front of him. He didn't seem to notice when Skwisgaar pushed the door open the rest of the way--his head was down, his rich brown hair creating a curtain over his face.
Skwisgaar opened his mouth to say something, but promptly closed it; Toki had grabbed the model plane in his big fist, crunching it to pieces. When Toki looked up, his watery, red-rimmed eyes caught Skwisgaar's.
"I's sorries if I wokes you up, Skwis," Toki mumbled, as he threw the broken model into the wastebasket beside his worktable. "You cans go back to beds, I's…I's fine."
Skwisgaar's eyes drifted to the calendar behind Toki's head. It was December, and nineteen little boxes had been crossed out—today was the 20th, four a.m., five days before Christmas…and the day Toki had finally run away from Lillehammer so many years ago.
Skwisgaar had no idea why this day always made Toki cry, always made him a nervous, twitching wreck—shouldn't it have been a happy day? A good day?
He didn't ask these questions, however. Skwisgaar had learned not to ask questions. He simply crossed his arms and said, "Pfft. I's nots going backs to beds withsout yous, dildo. Yous…shouldn'ts be lefts by yourselfs."
Toki raised an eyebrow at this statement, and Skwisgaar felt his high cheekbones coloring. He looked away from Toki's quizzical face and at the ceiling.
"Yous…eh, I means yous needs…supersvisions…cause yous…do. Ja." He finished lamely.
Toki managed a small smile as he went to Skwisgaar. He wrapped his big arms around the Swede's tiny waist and replied, "Whats evers yous say, Skwis."
Skwisgaar couldn't resist pressing his lips into Toki's dark hair as he led him back to bed.