[center][h2][color=DodgerBlue]Tobit Broflovski[/color][/h2][/center]

Toby nodded, quickly signing his full name on the sheet in the neatest lettering he could manage. There. Now he had to try out, like it or not. He couldn't believe he'd been talked into doing this. Just a few minutes ago he'd thought it was a surefire way to get his ass handed to him on a silver platter, whether he made the team or not. And on some level, he still thought that. But for the first time, he was almost kind of sort of making friends. 

Landon mentioned something about getting food. Toby hadn't eaten anything this morning and likely wouldn't eat again until it was time to scrape something up for dinner when his parents came home. All he had in his pockets was a measly dime, a piece of lint and an eraser. That probably wasn't enough to get him anything and he'd die of embarrassment if someone offered to pay for him. They'd probably already guessed at his lack of finances based on his ratty sneakers and not-very-recently-washed hair, but he still didn't feel the need to cement it into their minds that he was... how to put this.... economically disadvantaged.

Anyway, he could probably get by just saying he wasn't hungry or something. It probably wouldn't be a problem, but he was already going through the worst case scenarios in his head. That was just the way he rolled, always preparing himself for the worst possible outcome. Because in his eyes, he was a worst case scenario person. At least, that was how the kids at his old school treated him. 

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