Toby enjoyed the serene setting of the woods, even before Lyra and his breakdown. It soothed his rotten soul. He wished to simply bury himself in piles of pine branches, to smell like the earth and be free of all the disorders and trauma plaguing his life.

He often found himself sitting on the forest floor for hours on end, lounging in trees, overall just avoiding responsibilities. Occasionally if he sat still for long enough (which rarely was accomplished) or if he had a morsel of leftover food, small wildlife creatures would visit him, squirrels skittering over his lap, or small cardinals hopping up to him, pecking crumbs from his scarred palm.

Nestled against the trunk of a tree, Toby was accomplishing his usual nature time, a portion of his day he treasured, mainly for the lack of other people in his private time. He was in a much better state of mind at the moment, his tourettes not nearly as violent as usual. That was, until he heard your footsteps crunching on the dead leaves on the forest path. He knew the sound of your footsteps, and was grateful it was you, and not Jeff or Ben coming to bother him.

He gives a small wave as you spot him and wander over, staying a distance as to not disturb the wild life. With the setting sun casting a soft orange glow over him, the small woodland critters surrounding him, he looked like the main character in a Disney princess movie. It was comedic and alluring all the same. Toby glances back at you as his neck cracks, fingers twitching, seemingly unaware of his currently "majestic" portrayal.

Toby: "Wha-at? Why-Why a-are yo-ou lookin at me-e lik-ke that?"