He continues to shift and shuffle, entirely un-used to the feeling of his fluffed, blow dried and clean fur. It is unusual against his skin, the scent of shampoo and oil seeing his nose wrinkle in distaste as he releases Raven from her cage to join him upon the floor, his own head angle back now to lick at his pelt in an effort to smooth it, else clean the shampoo from it, had shaking once more in disdain at the taste upon his tongue as those golden eyes return to his wolfish companion as she speaks. That Birdie may very well prefer him in this condition has clearly never occurred to the boy, features forming a frown of sorts as the wolf moves to rub herself along the length of his frame, his own head tilting to rub along her back as she does in this moment of sudden and shared affection. A purr rises readily within his throat, that appreciative sound vibrating deep within his chest as his spotted form is very near thrown against her, intent upon enjoying this full bodied caress as that long tail wraps about her form. It has been...several months since his last night with Nadya, instinct and need once more beginning to stir within the young man despite his own fears in regards to it. He desires more from Birdie then simple touch, instinct and lack of release having begun, at last, to press upon him once more and yet he recoils from it still, pulling abruptly away from her once more as she assures him he will not die from the state of his coat, an irritable huff given by way of answer as his tail flicks about in agitation- eyes searching now for an escape until her head moved under his own, rubbing against him further.

I do not...want to be....clean.

He is adamant still, that this is not what he desires and yet his mind is so readily coaxed by her touches once more, already having formulated this connection between clean and touch somewhere within the depths of his fractured thought- her own fur pleasing as jaws part to lick at her forehead and hair- smoothing the fur further as she comments upon his appearance once more.

I am always...handsome!

His voice is a clear retort, tail switching once more as ears fold back in momentary discord before her presence against him and the smooth feel of her fur against his own seems to inspire him once more, mind so easily teased forward again. He likes Birdie, is content in her presence and touch, has learned entirely what woman can be used for, a use he has neglected for some time, certain instincts pushing against him once more- a result of the birth of his cubs perhaps, the soothing pheromones of Nadya's presence no longer given to affect him though, his fear of his Alpha's displeasure still give to dissuade him and yet in this moment it would seem he is at least determined to...test a little. He presses easily closer to her once more, curious to see perhaps how entirely close she would allow him, a series of satisfied purrs rumbling within his chest once more as his head rests upon her shoulders, jaws parting briefly to bite gently into the scruff of her neck, a rather deliberate and yet distinctly feline action, teeth content to hold her for a moment in what seems very near a play bite of sorts before one foreleg is swung up and over her back in a distinctly animalistic version of what it is he seems to desire- before a sudden shout sees him pause. Hey! None of that business fur-ball! A sudden spray of water from Riley sees the Leopard lunging rapidly sideways, barrelling for the door behind his wolfish companion as he moves to launch himself over it before the vampire can grasp either of them once more- the shock of his assault by water pistol thoroughly having dampened his desires for the moment as he shakes himself off and the wolf returns to his side once more as she should, tail arching possessively over her.

Bastard....attacked me. Will eat....him....later.

His head nods in assurance, a rumble within his throat calling for Birdie to follow as he moves to lope down the street now, entirely put out by this ordeal as he does, waiting for the wolf to match his stride until the sounds of....something within a nearby arena of sorts seem to distract him once more, golden Leopard eyes widening suddenly.

Oooh, Birdie....look!

That something, clearly, has captured his attention is sure to be seen, the Leopard bounding suddenly across the street and towards the towering object of his fascination- an object left momentarily unguarded outside the stadium- the hulking monster truck parked beside the arena entrance far to great a delight to be ignored by the deviant, his love of all things car-themed hardly diminished even within his feline form as he leaps up and through the passenger side window, claws scrapping momentarily at the purple painted exterior before leaping inside and onto the leather interior. It is Tetradore alone whom drives their stolen sports car, Tobias forever relegated to the passenger seat, a position he has claimed with glee and yet, in the absence of his Master he is assured such a seat is his own, the Leopard moving to seat himself neatly upon the drivers side. His delight in such a thing is surely clear as his purring continues, claws digging into the soft leather interior in satisfaction as his tail loops about the gear stick, shifting it unknowingly forward- the truck lurching suddenly forward. How the truck has begun to move he hardly knows, the Leopard content to continue to sit neatly within the drivers seat.

Birdie! Get...in...we are leaving!

That he is charged with driving the over-sized truck surely has not occurred to him, the boy content to be taken for a ride, demanding Birdie hurry and find a way into the passenger seat as the truck lurches suddenly upward, wheels grinding and groaning as it crushes an unfortunate Mercedes parked within it's path, the splintering steel and glass seeming to delight the big cat once more as the wheels are rotated by the force of the collision, Tobias gripping the seat tighter as a garden bed, lamp post and half of the steel entrance to the arena are crushed or collide with in the path of the rolling truck as it rolls so unfortunately towards the arena entrance and the man with the clipboard that stands before it. Hey! It's not your turn, stop, hey mate brake! Brake! One paw simply lifts to press against the horn as the man dives sideways, Tobias barrelling entirely past and into the crowded stadium filled with people and monster truck derby he has somehow found himself within, the demolition class within full swing as another truck barely passes his own.

How does...it go...faster? Tetra...did not teach....me

That Birdie may very well not want to go faster remains to be seen, the crowd content to roar and cheer for this new competitor as more than one truck make a beeline for his own and Birdie's- content to demolish them as the rules dictate.....

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