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

Toby blushed furiously, following Marco's gaze down to his decrepit shoes. "It's fine. No offense taken." He muttered, his face mostly unreadable other than his reddened cheeks. "Anyway, uh... I can get cleats if I need them..." He wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that. Probably stealing, because that was the only thing that came to mind. Either way, he was just bullshitting them at this point. 

He knew that they only meant to help, but it was still not exactly pleasant to have to be the one who everyone had to look after. He wanted to feel like he could support himself, even if he could barely scrape by on his father's salary. He hadn't been able to get a job of his own, most places not wanting to hire someone who's going to make them look like they subsist off of child labor. 

"Let's go, why don't we?" He said curtly, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer.

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