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[corruptedsouls]

[Tobias has been feeling a little creative lately. How? Well... he filled his side of his dorm with pictures of his family -- Grell, Espio, Marco, and even some of Whitebeard, after getting the description from Marco again -- and now he's working on the people around Garden.

If you walk through the Quad, you might feel the teen's eyes on you as you walk past. Anyone who comes into view is being drawn in the sketchbook he has, a quick little pencil drawing that none the less is enough for him to remember them by. Of course, he only knows a few people around here, so most of the drawings go unlabeled.

He's immensely absorbed in this, paying attention to little else but the paper and his current subject.]

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[grollschwert]

[But it just so happens that someone else is on a direct collision course, concentrating on something else...]

[corruptedsouls]

[The fact that Tobias is sitting isn't really helping matters, meaning that it probably isn't all that difficult to trip right over and fall right on top of him.

...Eh?]

[grollschwert]

[And trip she does. However, she picks herself back up very quickly. It doesn't even seem to have bothered her at all; in a level tone she says:]

Pardon me. I'm sorry for that.

[It then occurs to her that she's never seen this person before, but was now really the time to be meeting people?]

[corruptedsouls]

It's okay.

[He doesn't seem to mind too much, bizarrely enough. He just picks his sketchbook back up and starts looking for his pencil.]

[espio]

[Sneak. Sneak. SneaksneakFLOMP.

Hi Tobias. There's a lizard on you.

Specifically, Espio has wrapped his arms around Toby from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder and looking at the sketches.]

Hey.

[corruptedsouls]

[Whoa, hey, that kind of surprised him. Tobias smiles brightly at the voice, though he's a little annoyed that Espio isn't in sight. Ah, well!

The most recent sketch hasn't quite become recognizable yet.]

Hi, Espio.

[espio]

Not going out to the lake?

[He's been spending a lot of his time, now he's back and well away from any kind of ice field, down by the lake hunting bugs.]

[corruptedsouls]

I drew it a couple days ago and I went swimming before that.

[rewritethis]

[Without warning, a gloved hand clamps down on the top of the sketchbook and attempts to bend it back - not gently, but with enough restraint to suggest that the goal is a better view of the page rather than lasting damage.

And, well, okay, with some warning. This person's footsteps aren't particularly discreet, and as his tone of voice will probably give away, neither is the rest of him.]

What's this?

[corruptedsouls]

[Whoa, hey, Ed, watch where you grab! Tobias nearly jerks the sketchbook back (not in an attempt to hide it, but more a death grip and a jerk of surprise), blinking a little for a moment or two before answering.]

A drawing.

[Said drawing, while not quite finished -- even in its sketchiness -- is fairly recognizable as Ed himself. This kid's pretty good with a pencil.]

[rewritethis]

[He eyes it for a second or two before letting the page go just as abruptly as he grabbed it.]

Sheesh, you think? [Sure, it's a good likeness, and the kid obviously couldn't have picked a cooler-looking subject, but that's not nearly enough to soften his expression.] But why that? What's the big idea?

[corruptedsouls]

[Good job, Ed, you're making him cringe. He's still not all that skilled in dealing with shortintimidating people.]

I don't want to forget about Garden or anyone here again.

[fierybluebird]

[Struts by as a phoenix, clearly trying to catch his son's attention and being an all around ham. Have several dramatic poses, even though Tobias might not even be watching him.]

[corruptedsouls]

[Not watching him? The moment those blue feathers come into view, Tobias is looking over, blinking a little and giggling quietly at the poses. God, Dad, you're such an attention hog!

...But okay, he doesn't mind. He moves to a new page (he'll finish that other sketch later) and starts drawing the poses Marco's giving him, all the while barely stifling more giggles.]

[fierybluebird]

[YAY! Success! He got his son to laugh. Okay more strutting, and being ridiculous. Pretty soon Toby will be able to put together a flip book just of phoenix doodles.]

[corruptedsouls]

[Really, he'd be fine with that. You are his dad and he likes drawing, so pictures of phoenix-Dad are just fine to him.

...Of course, he really can't not giggle while doing it. You so silly, Papa.]

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[One of his subjects has noticed, and has tossed her hair over one shoulder as she sidles up to look at his sketchbook.]

Do you always just draw attractive people in the quad that you don't know?

[And when she says 'attractive', she actually only means herself.]

[corruptedsouls]

[Unfortunately for her, Tobias is a little... unique.]

No, I like to draw everyone.

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

Without their permission? [It's a bit sharp, but not particularly (or intentionally) stern, closer to confusion.]

[silentscales]

[Snake is walking nearby, stopping rather suddenly and turning as if his name was called, only to notice Tobias.

He begins walking over, but Emily has already reached the other boy and raised herself up to see what he was doing.]

[corruptedsouls]

[Tobias blinks, smiling at Emily as she comes over and moving the sketchbook a little so she can see the in-progress drawing of her, Oscar, and Snake.]

Do you like it?

[silentscales]

"I like it," says Emily. [Snake wasn't there yet to be able to see it, but he looks honestly surprised and impressed as he gets to a place where he can see it.]

"It's really good" says Oscar!

[fotlenke]

[ Sigyn carries a large whicker basket of fresh carrots that she'd plucked about two hours ago from her garden. She's considering giving some to the kitchen staff so there will be extra provisions, but she's distracted by the feel of eyes on her skin and stops in mid-shuffle at the center of the Quad. ]

...

[ She doesn't make any other move. She waits. ]

[corruptedsouls]

[Tobias just pauses curiously at the sight of her stopped, then assumes she's trying to help him draw or some such -- his Dad likes to have attention paid to him, after all.

So he continues sketching, glancing up at her every so often.]

[fotlenke]

[ There's movement from the side. Without turning her body, she looks to the boy with the paper and pencil.

Still she does not move. ]