Where they were going hardly mattered, why Tetradore had dressed himself up hardly mattered wither, Tobias merely having taken to following suit- adorning himself in near every trinket the pair possessed- lacking the skill to truly understand the occasion or the purpose and as such the boy had simply seen fit to decorate himself much lie one might decorate a Christmas tree- assuring Tetradore that this was what he desired to wear despite his companions attempts to assist, the finished product resulting in the boy having shifted his ears, tail and claws into place while the rest of his form remained draped in various gold chains and amulets and bracelets and scarves and anything that could be wound around him. The young man delighted with his efforts all the same. After all, it hardly mattered, a ride in the car by far the most desirable aspect of the evening, hands clapping together excitedly for much of the ride before demanding Tetra drive faster, neither of the pair ever truly having much respect for road rules or speed suggestions. The car ride however, is far too short for the deviants liking, a scowl fixated upon his youthful features, unruly mop of black hair tumbling into his gaze as a disgruntled snort passes his lips and the boy moves to follow his chosen Leader into the bar- distracted briefly by the manner in which the light from the establishment seems to reflect against the blue of their car.

His is fixated by it, if only for a moment, the pupils of his feline gaze widening in curiosity at this simple shaft of light that so seems to seize his unusual mind it its grasp, long fingers reaching out to brush against it as the barest hint of a smile seem to linger upon his lips. I is a simple thing, truly, so seemingly small and insignificant and yet his fractured thoughts seem to take delight in it as he grins- only to have a sudden voice distract him. The scent of the other man is familiar to him and yet....the outfit confuses him, eyes narrowed as his mind struggles to perceive who and what is speaking to him, his name on the other mans lips only seeming to agitate the Leopard further. For all his capabilities and cunning intelligence it is often the most simple of things that so readily derails him, Frosts outfit....confusing to him as he eyes it, dark gaze briefly lingering towards the entrance of the bar that Tetradore had disappeared into, the equine evidently lacking the courage to come against the lanky Leopard in Tetradore's sight though truly the boy hardly needs protection, the man more than capable of defending himself. Eyes narrowed once more as his own powers extend, gaze fixating upon the other mans leg and what remained of the injury that still existed there, faint as it was, the barest hint of tenderness still perhaps- from Tetradore's claws.

The suddenness of the hooded figure's attack however sees his gaze widen, a yelp drawn from his lips as his legs tangle upon each other, sending the leopard crashing to the floor in startled surprise as he finds himself suddenly alone, dark eyes flicking rapidly- confused entierly as to how he had come to be upon the ground before a hiss of discord is released and the gangly fellow moves to scramble hurriedly into the bar- rapidly seeking to comfort of his companion once more- the man looking for all the world like an anime character of sorts as his tail flicks about, gaze rapidly seeking his Alpha beside Birdie and the red-haired vampire he had come to delight in by equal measure.

"A stick...attacked me."

The words are forced from his lips as always, delivered to the group as a whole, a tangled jumble of confusion as he seeks to offer some explanation before his shoulders shrug, utterly unable to understand how this assault had occurred and yet he remains entirely unharmed as he positions himself beside Tetradore and his dark gaze finds Isolt and Birdie in turn.

"Salt!"

It is a simply exclamation of delight, her name clearly an enjoyable word, pointed teeth flashed towards her in an attempt at a grin, the boy oblivious to the toothy appearance of it as his attention falls on Birdie at last.

"Birdie is....wearing a cape?"

Little Red Riding Hood, truly, is not a story he is familiar with, the boy identifying the cloak far more readily as a cap, superhero movies, after all- are on ready supply within the Ark as he grins proudly at his assumption once more before gesturing briefly to himself.

"I am....me but- with swag."

Swag. It would seem, is an entirely new word and a rather exciting one at that, gaze drifting briefly back to Tetradore as if seeking assurance he has used the word correctly, gesturing briefly to the multitude of gold trimmings he has pilfered and adorned himself with.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push