Toby opened the creaking door to the empty studio, peeking quietly into the dark room, his other hand moving over the wall in the attempt to opened the lights. When he finally managed it and a burst of light revealed room, he grunted. A grand piano, in the corner, a few guiters on a rack, and other instruments the boy didn't care about very much. He entered with the air of thief, closing the door quietly behind him. Over his shoulderd, he carried a sports bag, which seemed paryiculary heavy, tho the black haired Asian didn't seem to mind.
Quietly, Toby set the bag down into a corner and drew its zipper with an overgrowing sense of excitement, revealing the content of the object. He pulled out a laptop, looking of high performance, a pair of headphones, a mouse and entanglements of cables. In a few minutes, the boy was set up, hunched near the outlet, where his gaming device was plugged in, his high quality headphones and his mouse, both spreading multicoloured light around.
He quickly connected to his online RPG games, not finding it usefull to delay the games he had been craving for since he discovered Beata didn't have a specific room in which he could crash and play videogames. The fingers of his left hand danced quickly on the kayboard, which his right hand flicked over the mouse with experience, guiding the boy in his virtual reality of shooters.
