((This is entirely upon the demands of Auree who demanded such a brief post occur for no other reason then because it amuses her.))


He is quite content in his sleeps place, the Leopard curled comfortably amongst the clothing tossed haphazardly in Davante's wardrobe. On those rare days in which Birdie is given to be busy, Tetradore is asleep and Nadya refuses to tolerate him the boy often seeks the company of his wizard company and the multitude of cats that have taken up residence within the home- a number of them collected by Tobias himself under the belief that Davante seemed to adore all things cat- the boy holding some manner of desire to please him and as such had taken to abducting felines in his spare time. Today however he was content within the wardrobe, waiting for the man to come home to perhaps present him with the due attention he feels he is deserved, the giant cat buried beneath much of Davante's clothing in a satisfied manner until the sound of the other cats and their displeasure seemed to summon the attention of their spotted feline King. The scent of....someone else however prevents the boy from moving from his place, black tipped ears flicking about in curiosity before Davante's voice softly echoes throughout the home. Barely a moment later sees the warlock and a women Tobias has previously met (and not enjoyed) stumble into the bedroom.

For a moment those golden eyes merely glow from his place of concealment within the wardrobe, roving over the pair upon the bed, head tilted slightly, attempting perhaps- to perceive entirely what is going on. His mind is a fractured thing, broken, tangled, unable to a certain point to fully understand or perceive what is occurring even despite his own participation in very similar events with Nadya. Though this pair are significantly more....gentle and perhaps this too, is the reason the boy does not fully comprehend the beginnings of what he witnesses. He is...disgruntled, it would seem, by the presence of the woman and the wrestling match the pair appear to be engaging in- such a thing seeming playful, Tobias given to feel distinctly left out of such a game as he slides so soundlessly from the wardrobe to pace, unheard, across the floor and linger at the foot of the bed, visible perhaps, to Davante alone- the surely fortunate witch in no position to witness the giant cat paused at the foot of the bed- staring unflinchingly at Davante.

Whatever sounds the cat had been about to offer are rather abruptly silenced by Davante's.....displeased expression and the mans foot kicked towards him, a rumble of sorts rising within the displeased jungle cat- a sound Davante can surely cover with something equally creative on his end- before the Leopard turns to slip silently from the room and leave the pair uninterrupted with their game. He will head back to his own home, back to his place beneath Tetradore's bed that is thankfully free of women. The boy assured Tetradore would not allow such games in his bed and thusly the leopard might sleep uninterrupted.

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