Room 310, Monday Evening
It was so cold, Toby had spent the day hiding in his bed with blankets and back issues of Out.
He frowned to himself and made a decision. It was time to put on a sweater and go out in public.
Instantly, Toby glimpsed himself pacing around a massive kitchen while wearing a crisp, white, buttoned chef's jacket and matching white hat. He was grinning and barking orders to little kitchen minions who scurried about to do as he'd said. The staff was clean and paying attention like he was important. Spotting his reflection in a shiny silver pan, Toby was surprised by how happy he looked there. And then he saw a gorgeous platinum ring on his finger.
"Dude, that was so weird," he shook his head, shrugging the sweater over his tanned and shining skin. "But I would make such a hot chef..."
[Oooh IWAL IAWL or whatever. Door and post open.]
He frowned to himself and made a decision. It was time to put on a sweater and go out in public.
Instantly, Toby glimpsed himself pacing around a massive kitchen while wearing a crisp, white, buttoned chef's jacket and matching white hat. He was grinning and barking orders to little kitchen minions who scurried about to do as he'd said. The staff was clean and paying attention like he was important. Spotting his reflection in a shiny silver pan, Toby was surprised by how happy he looked there. And then he saw a gorgeous platinum ring on his finger.
"Dude, that was so weird," he shook his head, shrugging the sweater over his tanned and shining skin. "But I would make such a hot chef..."
[Oooh IWAL IAWL or whatever. Door and post open.]