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He was not avoiding the party, exactly. Toby was a social creature, despite his frequent absences from the island's society, and he always enjoyed large gatherings. In fact, he fully intended to visit the affair, avoid the alcohol, and maybe apologize to the spare dozen people he had recently offended. However, before life on a beach, there had been an important order to things like that. The blonde might not have been the most passionate about returning to his real home, but he would honor it by accepting a simple custom of his origin.
The cool kids arrive late.
Thus, he would wait until "late", whenever that mystical time arrived. Sitting on the beach, farther towards the water than the party would get, was a fairly usual hobby for Toby. The waves ahead of him were endless and the artistic voice within him appreciated the concept. It was a little funny, really. That endless ocean had to represent some form of freedom, but the island could be like a cage.
A cage with dinosaurs and a jukebox with a personality problem.
"Two more hours," he instructed himself aloud. Two more hours and it would be just like prom.
The cool kids arrive late.
Thus, he would wait until "late", whenever that mystical time arrived. Sitting on the beach, farther towards the water than the party would get, was a fairly usual hobby for Toby. The waves ahead of him were endless and the artistic voice within him appreciated the concept. It was a little funny, really. That endless ocean had to represent some form of freedom, but the island could be like a cage.
A cage with dinosaurs and a jukebox with a personality problem.
"Two more hours," he instructed himself aloud. Two more hours and it would be just like prom.