mutantandnotsoproud Toby walked slowly down the hall to the apartment, the new scar from the corner of his right eye to the edge of his lip was still stinging slightly. He stopped at the familiar door and glanced at his key before deciding to knock on the door. Immediately he heard Thorin run towards the door and couldn't help but smile. After four months of being chased down by erasers he was home. When the door opened he held in a breath, waiting to be yelled at for disappearing so suddenly.














