Naturally, once Toby found himself without anyone for company, he found himself instantly drawn to the most colourful area of the lot. The arrrttttt thingyyyyy. He'd seen a few other kids wandering around with cool body art that didn't seem to wash away in the water, and Toby figured they couldn't be real tattoos, and so THIS must be where they were getting them from.

Messing up his wet hair and wringing out his sopping wet school tie, Toby headed in that direction now. He was fully intending on COVERING himself with all the cool pretty art, in all the different colours. Was there glitter? He wanted glitter too.

First, he found himself distracted by one of the catalogues, and began flipping through it to look at all the different and colourful and awesome options. Oooh, these were so cool. He wanted them ALL. Honestly, how did people with tattoos decide this stuff? Oh... and he was still wearing his sunglasses. He pushed them up onto his head and saw the designs properly. MORE colours. Toby kinda just wanted to stay here and stare at these all day. So pretty. Didn't need to be an artist to appreciate them.

... This was sort of relaxing, actually. Not that Toby was as bouncy as usual and needed to relax. But it was nice to come over here and shut his brain off and avoid having to confront those conflicted graduation feelings. Yep. Just gonna stand here and look at the pretties and decided on a thing.