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Character(s): Tobias, Espio, and Marco.
Location: A105.
Rating: G for GRAHAM CRACKERS.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: A little bit of a surprise.

Espio may not have been in the same dorm as him very long at all, but Tobias had already become comfortable with the chameleon's presence nearby. It was nice, actually being around someone who seemed to care for him, especially considering he couldn't stay near Marco or Grell.

So Tobias did what he tended to do to show appreciation: draw. He took careful time to draw a picture of Espio himself, then placed it carefully on the lizard's bed before retreating back to his own room, door open.

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Worked for him, he didn't often know what would set Toby off or not, and he had a promise to keep. He whistled the Chicken Song as he ambled quickly along and finally caught up with the kid. Given the high ceilings on campus (even if they weren't nearly as high as on the Moby Dick since no one was as tall as Marco's Pops around here) Marco grinned impishly and after tousling Toby's hair asked, "Wanna ride on my shoulders?" It'd been ages since he'd offered it to anyone without switching immediately into phoenix mode.

Tobias had been surprised as Marco came up behind him, and seemed mildly panicked before smiling brightly at seeing who it was.

"Marco! Okay!"

Marco laughed in return and bent down for Toby to climb on. "Just make sure you duck for the doorways, eh."

"I will!" Tobias quickly scrambled onto the pirate, trying to keep a decent grip on him as not to fall -- a rather amusing sight on its own.

Still grinning and occasionally chuckling cheerfully, Marco carried the kid to the nurse's office, asking them to check out the mess of half-healed welts on his back and see if there was anything they could do for him. "Oh and his head. Kid's accident prone besides, knocked something over on it," he added.

"What's that mean?" Tobias asked curiously as one of the nurse's started to examine his back, the boy giving her a nervous look before returning his attention to Marco.

"What does what mean?" Marco asked, standing out of the way, but close enough nearby to pet Toby's hair or offer a hand to squeeze as needed.

The hair petting calmed him immensely, Tobias paying no attention to the others as he looked back up at Marco.

"Accident prone."

"Means you have a tendency to trip over things or not completely notice your surroundings so you bang parts of yourself on it, eh," Marco explained sagely.

"Oh." Well, that was certainly true enough, though to be fair, most of his bangs and bumps tended to come from other people. He started rubbing at his eye after a moment of silence, as if there was something around it that was irritating him.

Marco couldn't tell if he was rubbing the eye to fight back tears, had something in it, or some other unknown reason entirely. Not wishing to disrupt the pride, if that's what it was, Marco took the hand to look at it. "Want to squeeze my hand, kid?"

He blinked a little as the taller male grabbed his wrist. His hand was completely fine, Marco getting an odd look as Tobias used his other hand to continue the rubbing after a moment.

Well it didn't look like tears. "Something wrong with your eye?"

"It still feels weird around it."

"From when? When something fell on it?" Marco tilted his head looking bird-like as one of the nurses bent down to inspect it.

Tobias blinked a little at the nurse, before looking back over at Marco. "No. I had a dream I got burned really badly there."

"Well, dreams shouldn't leave it hurting," Marco blinked and stared. "Just don't touch it for now, eh?"

"But it feels weird," the boy argued lightly, giving the nurse another look as she examined him. "And it doesn't hurt or anything."

"Weird how?" Marco arched an eyebrow.

"Like it should be there, but it's not."

"The burn you mean, since your eye is there," another head tilt.

"Yeah, the burn." Of course his eye was there. He'd be a bit more concerned if it wasn't.

"But it was just a dream. Not real," Marco insisted.

"It felt like it really happened."

"Yeah I know what you mean," nodded Marco, "But don't worry about it, eh. It'll be fine."