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[corruptedsouls]

[Tobias has mostly been keeping to himself, his studies, and his family lately. With everything that's happened, he's really just wanted to introvert for a bit -- at least as much as he can with the people he cares about. But all this time, a question has been nagging at him. Bothering him. He's certainly not the naive child he was before, but some things he simply can't seem to understand.

Which is why he's turned to Garden for help.]

What makes a bad person "bad?" Is it when they hurt someone? Or destroy something? Or is just thinking about doing that enough to be bad?

And... why do bad people do those bad things?

[And yet, amidst this, there's something else on his mind.]

[PM to Marco]

Hey Dad? Why don't you and Mom have an egg?

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[corruptedsouls]

...I guess so...

[He falls quiet at that, just sort of burying his face into Grell's chest and focusing on snuggling his mother. Tobias is wearing a fairly light shirt today, so Grell might feel something a bit... off about his back this time.]

[redcinemareel]

[She notices, since she doesn't have on gloves at the moment. Grell makes a curious noise at the discovery.]

Where did these come from? [Because she knows what they are.]

[corruptedsouls]

Huh?

[It takes a moment for Tobias to register exactly what Grell means, but feeling her hands shift on his back gives him the ability to make an actual guess for once.]

The scars?

[redcinemareel]

Yes, the scars, darling. [At least he guessed right.] Where are they from? Does your father know of them?

[corruptedsouls]

I think so. [Read: he didn't consider it important to mention.]

When I went to Tyson to ask for help before I got the bracelet, he... thought I was trying to hurt him. So he told his Charizard to attack me and... it burnt my back while I was trying to get away.

[Surprisingly, Tobias doesn't seem as upset as usual Could it be there's someone he actually doesn't like?]

[redcinemareel]

[Eyebrow raise.]

You seem rather calm about that. [She runs a hand through his hair.] Feeling any better?

[corruptedsouls]

A little.

[He pauses for a moment, then...]

...Tyson was always confident and really cocky... but when I came to him for help, he was... terrified. He was really scared of me. I've never seen him scared of anything before.

So... I don't hate him for it.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell couldn't help but laugh at that a bit.] Well, he'll know that you aren't one to be messed with!

[She reaches beneath her pillow to take out some chocolate, offering some to Toby.]

Chocolate?

[corruptedsouls]

[Tobias' eyes light up at the sight of it and he smiles.]

Yes, please! Thanks, Mom!

[Chocolate!]

[redcinemareel]

[Annnnnd she hands him the whole thing. She has more.]

Anything for you~! [Grell plants a kiss on the side of his head.] Don't worry about eating too much!

[corruptedsouls]

[He giggles a little at the kiss. Moooommm, you make him feel so loved!]

Okay!

[He will chow down on the entire thing, then!]

[redcinemareel]

I doubt your father would disapprove. [Rubs her chin]

[corruptedsouls]

Disapprove of what?

[redcinemareel]

Of you eating too much chocolate.

[corruptedsouls]

I don't eat too much anymore, though.

[redcinemareel]

...and why not?!

[NOT HAVING THAT.]

[corruptedsouls]

Because when I do, it makes me sick.

[Yeah, he didn't mean chocolate, Grell.]

[redcinemareel]

[So she eyes the chocolate, then Toby, then the chocolate, before slowly reaching for the snack.]

[corruptedsouls]

[He... is very confused about what's going on. But seeing Grell reach for it, he hands it back.]

[redcinemareel]

[She rolls her eyes before ruffling his hair with a giggle.]

I'm jesting dear. Enjoy it.

[corruptedsouls]

[He blinks at the ruffle, then laughs too.]

Oh! All right.

[He takes another bite of the chocolate.]

...Hey Mom? Is there anything you want for Christmas?

[redcinemareel]

That's a rather good question! I'm uncertain, believe it or not.

[This may be the first year where Grell hasn't wanted anything. What is going on...]

[corruptedsouls]

Oh, I see.

[Munch munch. Tobias has that cute little wrinkle when he's trying to plot.]

[redcinemareel]

Do you have an idea of what to give me?

[corruptedsouls]

Not yet. But I'm going to figure out something great!