Toby could feel the presence of someone approaching his cabin. Masky and Hoodie had p'rolly dropped by his supposed-to-be mentor. He pursed his lips for a moment, instincts saying both to run and check. Nobody ever tolerated his presence; too freaked out by his consistent tics and screeches.

"Y-y-you mw-must.. Th— be th–mentor." Toby says with a twitch, his head perking to the left side when you entered. He absolutely loathed the fact that this only emphasized what everyone had ever said about him. The fact that he's, indeed, a burden. A nuisance.