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[corruptedsouls]

[That he was back in Garden was almost more than Tobias could have hoped. It had taken him some time to actually get his brain to accept that, yes, this was real, he was here. The note was the same, the same uniform, the same everything...

Or at least, he had hoped at least the important things were the same.

Tobias is tearing through every part of Garden he can get to, looking a mix of frantic and searching. Because he's focused more on whatever it is that he's trying to find, he's crashing into people and even walls or doors occasionally, almost like there's just something taking up so much of his mind he doesn't have space left to actually be aware of where he's going.

The occasional smacks into a door have actually made his face hurt a bit, so his frenzied running is occasionally mixed with pauses to try to rub the stringing out.

And through it all, either on his heels, his head, or shoulder, is the usual yellow electric mouse chilling on his shoulder, occasionally expressing her displeasure.]

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[espio]

[Goes to open a door when suddenly something on the other side loudly collides with it, startling Espio enough to drop the small stack of papers he was carrying to his dorm. DAMMIT.

He slams the door open, and...]

What the hell do you think you're doing?!!

[Grabs at the running person's wrist before they can get too far, and then...]

...ah...

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[corruptedsouls]

[Tobias really should start watching out for doors, because THAT one actually really really hurt and ow is that a bit of blood why is the world spinning...

His stumbling around is stopped once he's caught by the wrist, and he glances over, blinking a bit as his brain tries to catch up.]

...

[corruptedsouls]

[And then he just laughs in a weird way and drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around Espio and laughing even louder, out of relief.]

[espio]

[Well. At least he doesn't have time for the thought of "oh no it has to be a different Toby" to even approach his brain.

He doesn't know how to react. He really doesn't. So, he just folds his arms and tries to look grumpy. This is ineffective, because an ecstatic grin is creeping across his face.]

And just where have you been?

[corruptedsouls]

[Tobias doesn't mind, just smiling brightly and rubbing his eyes with his arm.]

I went home again, but... I'm back now.

[espio]

Well, I can see you're back, Captain Obvious. Here.

[Gently pushes Tobias away from awkward, low down hugs with one hand, while offering the other to lift him up.]

[corruptedsouls]

[Tobias takes Espio's hand to get up, his legs trembling a little but staying solid enough to stand on.

He can't stop smiling, though. It's just bright and gleeful.]

Espio...

[fierybluebird]

[Marco is entirely distracted with Namur's birthday party plans, so when he first senses ~something~ he brushes it off as overwhelming nostalgia. As it gets thicker though, he starts heading back to his room, and when he figures what it is? He runs to find his son.]

TOBY?!

[Nope, he doesn't care if he's lost it. He's not taking the chance that he might miss out again.]

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[corruptedsouls]

[The yell certainly gets his attention and barely stops some poor girl from being knocked aside from being ran into.

He takes off in the direction of the yelling, breathing hard from all the running -- yeah, he spent a lot of time running in the wilds, but the bumping and constant was getting to him! -- trying to get to Marco.]

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[corruptedsouls]

[Pikachu, meanwhile, is rushing past Tobias to check, ears up once the sparklebird comes into view.]

Kaaa!

[Hi, Marco, hope you don't mind the little yellow mouse hopping to get at your shoulder even with the speed.]

[fierybluebird]

PIKACHU! Hello there little yellow friend!

[Scoops her up onto his shoulders and ruffles her head happily so Toby can come find them.] I hope you've been taking good care of my son. [Nuzzles. Because otherwise he's gonna cry okay.]

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[corruptedsouls]

Pi Pika.

[Oh, she always takes care of Tobias! You should know that by now.]

2/2

[corruptedsouls]

D...Dad!

[And there's Toby, panting a little but trying to tackle Marco out of glee.]

[fierybluebird]

[He laughs.] I know you have. My apologies for implying otherwise. [Sets Pikachu on top of his head and glomps Toby.]

Hey kiddo! We need to get you some sort of anchor to keep you here, eh? [Picks up Toby and spins him around in a hug.] We missed you!

[thatched]

[something always running into him. Or at least his shin. He looks down at the tiny little toothpick of boy and small yellow rodent, and crouches so he won't loom over him, offering a hand to help him up]

Slow down there, matey. Where's the fire?

[corruptedsouls]

[Yeah, running into Thatch was probably not the best idea, and it did send Tobias sprawling. Pikachu makes some very angry noises at the large man, though Tobias takes his hand up, rubbing his face.]

Sorry. I'm looking for --

[And then he gets a look at the man, his eyes widening. He recognizes this man, even if he's just drawn him off a description.]

Are you Thatch?

[thatched]

[That expression.... for a single terrifying second, Thatch can't help but wonder if some previously unknown spawnling has found his way to skip over dimensions and find him. But it is only a second, and it's more likely that this doll-faced kidlet also knows Marco]

As a matter of fact, yes. [he stands and puts his hands in his pockets] I take it you're a friend of Marco?

[corruptedsouls]

Marco's my Dad! He told me about you!

[Hi, I hope you don't mind affection, because Tobias is hugging what he can hug on you.]

[thatched]

[Thatch doesn't fall over but lists to the side just a touch. Dad? Marco what have you been doing? But--no, Marco told him about his son. The one that he was grieving over. And now he was here... And everything that Thatch knew about him and what he must mean to others crashed into Thatch's brain all at once like an icy tsunami of increasingly complicated situations which he wasn't entirely sure to do with.

Also Toby is hugging him.

Not sure what to do with that either.

He's, what, fourteen maybe? No, older than that if Espio wants to have a relationship with him-- Ay yi yi what is he supposed to do about this? Marco will be giddy if nothing else. Someone is going to have to scrape the damn phoenix off the ceiling after all this.Not that Thatch blames him.

But he can't just stand here gingerly patting the kid's head like he's some over affectionate puppy. He has to say something-- do something--]

Want to get a drink?

[well it was a start]

1/?? Who the hell knows, man.

[redcinemareel]

[Today would be the day Grell goes out in search of some orange juice. She doesn't indulge in most food, but orange juice once in a while is a nice treat! Just as she was coming out of her dorm, she spots someone running through the halls. These damn cadets and their horseplay.]

STOP RUNNING IN THE HALLS--

[redcinemareel]

[She cuts off her sentence after seeing the familiar color scheme of the person running, before seeing their face.

No...it couldn't be...]

Oh, I'm done btw!

[redcinemareel]

Toby...?

[But she was so sure...]

\o/

[corruptedsouls]

[The yell causes Tobias to stop short, because he'd never forget that voice, oh no.]

Mom!

[And here's your son, still as small and scrawny as ever, hugging on you like a lost child.]

[redcinemareel]

[Shes not sure how to properly react to this. Does she hug him? Bop him in the head for making her worry? She chooses to...

Hug him so tight he'll fuse to her hip and never ever leave.]

...just when I thought I could go on without you here... [Grell is going to try her hardest not to cry, because damnit all.]

[corruptedsouls]

[He'll take it. Tobias is more than happy to cuddle into his mother like this, after all.]

Sorry, Mom... but... I'm back.