<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NY7x4dO.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Mortimer "Toad" Toynbee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=252855.msg12504715#msg12504715)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 28, 2016 / 14:15 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School / Headmistress Office<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Torn black jeans, well worn, but clean. A loose, ill fitting, black T-shirt. Black, cheap sunglasses that are heavily marked and scratched. Black finger-less gloves that protect his hands on when he hops and moves along the ground.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Storm, Amara (briefly), and Adelia (briefly)<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It would take a long time before Toad felt 'safe' here at the institute. He'd never had any sort of routine or stability in his life and he was always ready for the rug to be pulled out from under his feet. He didn't expect it to be long before that happened here. It was easier to expect the worst in life than it was to believe in the best. Toad had learned to enjoy the tiniest good things happen, but only because they were such surprises for him. That Storm would so easily and eagerly agree with what he'd offered was one of those small surprises. It made him feel good, for just a moment, that he might have done something right in some way. Not that anyone would be able to see it on his face. It was likely that Toad was incapable of smiling or unfurrowing his brows at this point.<br/><br/><strong>"Th-that sounds good,"</strong>he said softly as she said that he could be in charge of the cleaning rotre. He didn't know what a rotre was, but he was sure he could find a dictonary. She was putting a lot more faith in him than he was expecting. It was a little uncomfortable to accept such confidence. Was he supposed to thank her? He didn't make it a habit to say those words. It was even more uncomfortable when she said that she was glad he was here. How did a person respond to something like that? If he said thank you, he felt like it might sound sarcastic or condecending. Toad doubted he could live up to what she was expecting of him. It was one thing to clean up for everyone eles, but he wasn't sure he could make sure everyone else pitched in. He'd just take care of himself for a while and see how that went. Better to pretend that he could do it the way she wanted and ask for forgiveness later if he couldn't.<br/><br/>She held her hand out and he hesitated before standing up slowly and rubbing his hand hard against the leg of his jeans before shaking hers. He eyed her dark skinned hand against his slightly green one. He knew his webbed fingered hand was a little damp and sticky. It wasn't as if he could prevent it from being that way, but he did try to make a point to wipe his hands off before he touched anything here at the school. This was a nicer place than he was used to and he did his best not to leave handprint everywhere,<strong>"T-thanks. I'll, uh, I'll try not to let ya down..."</strong>it would be some time before he was convinced that he wasn't a let down.<br/><br/>The knock on the door made him twitch a little and he realized it was time for him to go. She had other people to deal with and he was taking up time she probably didn't have to spare,<strong>"I'll, uh, I'll get outta your hair. Sounds like you got other stuff to do."</strong><br/><br/>He headed for the door, opening it for the knocker. It was two pretty girls. Pretty women and men were the bane of Toad's existance,<strong>"H-h-hello..."</strong>he stammered out to them before moving past them, putting as much distance between them and himself as he could; as if it might burn him if they touched him. Once free into the hallway, he crouched down low and hopped off.