"Is it meee?~ Am I your ideal typeee~?"
His eyes widen
"N-N-NO! No-I mean-n-not that you're not-b-but you're not-b-but I-I like you-b-but I don't liikeee you-nnnnn-"
"Hehe, it's fine."
"I-I-it's-it's not you-"
are you sure about that?
"Okay....?
"It's not."
"I know. You're anoying now."
He poofed
"..."
Tobin just picks up his book and flies off
Skip
yep
Tobin crash lands rather clumsily into the clearing the next day-this isn't a case of not looking where he's going either-something's wrong
