₪2 [Action | Dorm 105]

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[To say the living area was a bit messy was a slight bit of an understatement. Having refused to move from the dorm for a while after losing Marco, Tobias had resorted to his usual nervous habit -- that is, drawing, considering his hoard of pencils and paper seemed to have survived.

Which meant that the main area of 105 had scattered drawings everywhere of anything from what he had managed to see during his frantic rush to things he remembered from home.

Right now, the boy is curled up in a corner of the area, still in uniform and starting on yet another sketch.]


[OOC: Open to, obviously,  Marco and Tobias, along with Tobias's roommate Vashyron (since he... lives there too) and Grell if he feels like coming checking.]

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[fierybluebird]

[About to knock on the door, but since it's open just taps on the door anyway and then arches an eyebrow at the mess.]

Having fun?

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[And, perhaps surprising no one, Tobias jumps a bit, looking up. It's only a second later that the pad is dropped and Marco has a thin boy attached to his waist.]

[redcinemareel]

[Here's Grell being curious and checking in on Toby. He blinks in awe at the papers and art supplies scattered about. It was like an explosion of drawings.

He leans against the door frame with crossed arms, just watching for a bit in curiosity. He'll make his presence known soon, pending Tobias doesn't look up first.]

[fierybluebird]

[Starting to get used to this between Grell and Tobias.]

Hey there kiddo. What're you up to? [Ruffles head.]

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[There's a happy mumble as Tobias shifts, giving Marco a happy smile.]

Drawing.

[fierybluebird]

[Grins back at the happy happy smile.]

Yeah? Mind if I take a look or are you shy, eh?

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You can look!

[Tobias lets go, grabbing a couple of the papers and the pad before offering them to Marco.]

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[One of his failing points can be his focus. He's completely unaware that Grell's there, continuing his sketch.]

[fierybluebird]

Wow. These are pretty impressive. [Means it genuinely and sifts through them, putting on the glasses needlessly (because it looks cool) pointing a few out.] So these are pokemon?

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[And Tobias is standing right next to him, hovering like a puppy.]

Arcanine, Raichu, and Arbok.

[fierybluebird]

Wow nice. These two look like dogs. And this one is the snake? Arbok?

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Raichu's a rat.

[He nods at the question, though, looking immensely cheerful.]

[fierybluebird]

[Tilts head the side.]

A bear-rat maybe. Or like a lapahn. [Picks up one of the drawings of the towns.] Wow, this is really impressive. Is this your home?

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It used to be.

[fierybluebird]

Home is wherever you want it to be kiddo. You like it better here?

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You're here. [Considering he's smiling, that's probably a yes, Marco.]

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs.]

Good answer, kid. Here. I brought the class schedule catalog for the new semester. Want to take a look? [Gestures to a seat and starts idly cleaning up the papers.]

[redcinemareel]

[It was a cute sight, but all cute things must come to an end.]

Psssssst

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[Tobias takes the seat, and starts puzzledly looking through the catalog.]

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[That gets his attention, and he looks up, blinking. Putting down the pad, he quickly goes over and hugs Grell tightly.]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell was a bit startled by the extreme hug, so used to dishing them out and not receiving them. But he could get used to this.]

Great to see you too, Toby. [Returns the embrace.] I see you've been busy.

[fierybluebird]

What's up? [Tilts head to the side.] Don't know what any of them do?

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...I can't read most of it.

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[With Tobias around? It's a good thing. The extreme hugs aren't going to stop anytime soon.]

You and Marco were gone, so I just started drawing.

[fierybluebird]

Oh, too big of words or wrong language? [Does the birdie looking head tilt again.]