Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Trust Soph, that's all Toby could say. Trust Soph do go into full detail about this here statue. She was waaaayyyyyy better at History things than he was, mainly because Toby was more devoted to not paying much attention to the past, and focusing all his energies on the FUTURE.
But yeah. Soph. C'mon.
Toby held back his amused laughter at both Soph's response and the look on Quigley's face. He settled for grinning to himself and giving a shake of the head. "Don't mind her, Professor. She's a nerd of the first water." Cue a grin at Soph. Heh. Toby went back to scribbling and sketching things down in his notebook, still focused on that by the time Q had asked his next question. "Uhh... I think it's like... 'Descend... something'? Maybe?" he replied, not yet looking up from his labeling in the notebook.
But he did look up at that last part, and then at the space in the wall. "I'll give it a shot. I practically live in crawlspaces like that. There's tons 'round the castle." Toby was seventeen already but still rather small for his age. Same height and build as Soph, actually, by all accounts; if he could get in, she could, and vice versa. The offer of the galleon didn't tempt him so much as the opportunity to crawl into that little space and show his weird little... skill? This actually may or may not have been one of his old crawlspaces, one he'd abandoned once too many people knew they could find him there. "Just gimme a sec."
He handed his well-used notebook off to Soph and crouched down, squeezing his way inside the little hiding/crawlspace with well-practiced ease. He'd recently lost a little weight or muscle or something, which made the task easier than it might have otherwise been. "Cozy."
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