Toki's model building time was weirdly important to him, and so as much as he loved it when it was time for fun-time-with-Skwisgaar, he did appreciate that now and again he was left to focus on gluing the little plastic parts together. Listening to Skwisgaar play while he built occasionally brought him a twinge of guilt for not practicing more himself, but he also found it a really nice background, and somehow the metronome helped him focus better. But, he always looked forward to getting back to the bed, where he'd definitely been learning alot and making up for his years of epic virginity, and had sometimes even been the one to stop what he was doing to try and initiate things with Skwisgaar. If anything, Toki was enjoying things even more now than he had at the beginning, partly because he was growing more comfortable with sexual activities. But, the fact that they were with Skwisgaar added something important to it, not that he was sure what this was. It was too difficult to think about, so he usually tried not to.

Toki wasn't sure why his concerns about potential ass breakage were funny even thought they were, but, Skwisgaar sounded pretty confident that he wasn't going to end up crapping via a bag, and that he'd end up feeling normal again. So, his worries were assuaged and he nodded his understanding while wondering exactly what it would end up feeling like. He had an usual level of trust for the Swede, and felt pretty sure that Skwisgaar would probably try to avoid making it at all unpleasant. He hadn't done anything so far that he didn't like. Toki continued to make little patterns in the lather, enjoying the feel of Skwisgaar's soapy skin beneath his fingertips, and wondering how long it took him to wash his hair. He only stopped once the Swede began washing his, which felt unusually nice.

He pointed out a bottle of shampoo-and-conditioner in one that was tucked away behind Skwisgaar's collection of stuff, which he'd always been a bit confused as to the purpose of. "That stuffs there, it does everythings in one bottle." He wasn't sure what was wrong with it, as it always had seemed to work well enough. Of course, Skwisgaar's hair did feel rather nicer than his own, but he'd presumed this was just because he really liked touching him. "Is too a moustache," he retorted, sounding a bit petulant, but not really upset or anything. "I has it because I likes it, and it's metal. Likes the vikings had." Despite the actual prevalence of viking facial hair, it was likely that fu manchus weren't very common, but, this failed to matter to Toki.