[There are signs of a fight all around them. Plots of dirt and grass pounded or kicked up by stamping feet or people running. A small sapling ploughed into the lower trunk of a larger tree, as if something had flung it over. Broken branches and splintered bark littered about.
When Dorian approaches, Toby can't help looking glad and relieved. He even lets out a small chuckle, his tension gradually leaving him.]
Oh, thanks. [Then he offers a small, reassuring smile as he reaches out to Dorian. Toby's clothes are rumpled, torn, and dirty, and it's now apparent he has gashes both above and below the elbow of one of his arms.] I feel absolutely fabulous.
no subject
When Dorian approaches, Toby can't help looking glad and relieved. He even lets out a small chuckle, his tension gradually leaving him.]
Oh, thanks. [Then he offers a small, reassuring smile as he reaches out to Dorian. Toby's clothes are rumpled, torn, and dirty, and it's now apparent he has gashes both above and below the elbow of one of his arms.] I feel absolutely fabulous.
[Which must be why he sounds exhausted.]