[Toska, you butt. Colin turns that good old shade of Colin-red and sighs.]

Look, I'm still upset about the incident with Fishbones- Fishsticks? Whatever your morbidly obese dog is named. I didn't exactly enjoy being tied up and thrown to your pet like some of chew toy, but...

[He reaches up to awkwardly scratch his cheek.] I don't hate you. You're just... obnoxious, stupid, completely irresponsible, exceptionally childish and you have no regard for anyone aside from yourself. However, you're still somewhat decent I guess.

[With a quick tug of his hoodie, Colin shakily approaches Toska, quickly glances around like he expects someone to suddenly snap a photo of him, and ever so lightly presses his lips against Toska's cheek.]

A-alright, that's cleared up, then. Good.