"Teeth....are trying....tree is fucking big. Maybe Tetra...should get...sticks in...his teeth."

The partially shifted young man merely moved to pause in his own unique version of tree lopping, hand lifting to his lips, brushing aside the splinters and bark that seemed to catch and poke at his lips and gums, dark eyes narrowed slightly at his companions demand to hurry, Tobias surely as cold as Tetradore himself and yet perhaps afforded the comfort of a slightly thicker fur pelt within his animal form. Within his human frame however, or a partially shifted version of it he is still entirely at the mercy of the frosted air, protected only by his loose fitting jeans and the jacket Tetradore had very near wrestled him into, the boy often finding disdain in any clothing that clung to closely to his body. It is the knitted woollen hat however that seems to have perturbed the boy the most, leopard ears hidden beneath it, Tetra having been forced to order him to wear it after no amount of wrestling had seemed to achieve the desired effect, Tobias content to do so only to appease his companion. Their renewed friendship, the panther once more having allowed Tobias to reclaim his best friend title, has seen a near constant good mood from the spotted cat, the boy utterly delighted at his companions acceptance once more. So much so he had been willing to wear a hat- an item that confuses him entirely. It is perhaps his feet however, barefoot and atop the snow, very near blue with cold that seem to have suffered the most and yet the boy seems entirely oblivious to such things- head dipping again to seize the tree trunk, teeth slicing through wood like a chainsaw, head twisting savagely to wrench free that final piece as the tree begun to shudder. His companions sudden command sees the boy come obediently away and back to his side, snatching his long, plush tail up from the ground and free from the snow and risk of a fallen tree before helping the other man drag it back to the car, bounding into his personal seat with clear delight.

His ability to understand Christmas is perhaps contained entirely to those he had experienced within the Tetradore house so many years ago and yet for all his shortcomings perhaps, a faulty memory is not one of them, the boy remembering entirely the notion of Christmas, or more so, understanding a tree, food and presents (though he always enjoyed the boxes they came in more then the toy despite Mom and Dad's efforts to persuade him otherwise) were all requirements of such things. After all, he had them all those years ago, is of the belief that Christmas cannot occur without them, content only now that Tetradore has secured this tree and his own sack of presents rested upon his lap- a sack that had been, several times, defend from Tetradores efforts to peek inside. The boy wrapping his clawed hands around it now lest his Alpha seek to try again.

The large sack is pulled readily from his favoured car the moment they arrive outside Isolt's apartment, the boy content to drag it behind his companion, leaving the other man to haul the tree as they wait upon the doorstep- Tetradore's polite knocking earing a curious glance from the dark-eyed creature before his own hand lifts to slam against the door far more loudly a grin of sorts tracing his features in delight.

"I won."

Clearly whoever knocks louder is the winner of this game, the lanky deviant straightening once more, one foot lifting to rest atop the sack at his feet as his arms fold across his chest, waiting for the door to do...something, Tetradore staring at it as if he truly expects something from it, the idea of knocking utterly foreign to the boy, Tobias merely having mimicked his companion as one hand lifts to fuss with his woollen hat once more. Dark eyes lift a final time to linger upon his companion before the boy quit suddenly turns and strolls the few steps back towards the car, leaning into the vehicle before striding back to the doorstep, reaching suddenly up to place a matching Christmas red and green woollen beanie atop Tetradore's head. After all- if he has to wear a hat (even if for his own good to keep his leopard ears warm) he fails to see why Tetradore has escaped this ridiculous look, a snicker of sorts hissing between his teeth at the sight of the green eyed man in such a hat, strands of dark hair pocking out beneath it in much the same manner as his own.

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