Grobber sits unceremoniously in the grass, legs splayed out and hands limply out in front of him. His craggly black hair is matted to his head, but he's somewhat cleaner than usual. After a week of sudden heavy heat, he finally ponied up to get some summer clothes. The bandersnatch sports a Coors lite T-shirt and a pair of used cargo shorts, his pale white hairy legs exposed and skinny as toothpicks.
Of course, it looks much worse under the mask, but that goes without saying.
But today, Grobbler isn't alone. A small group of students have taken a shine to the eccentric indigent, compelled by intellectual curiosity and youthful boredom. Grobbler doesn't mind the company, and is waiting for Sam and Cob anyway, so he simply enjoys himself while he can.