He is content with his slithering, gliding smoothly beneath the bed sheet to very near lay himself across Davante's chest in a manner utterly satisfied. The warlock was warm, the Leopard instinctively attracted to such a blissful heat as he rubs his head along the chest of the other man in a manner entirely inappropriate in any form. Tobias however, is oblivious to such things, the man incapable of understanding appropriateness when it comes to the boundaries of friendship and heterosexuality. He merely acts as instinct demands, assuring Davante alone is marked all over with his own scent- if only to assure the other cats know entirely who the warlock belongs to, the golden feline enjoying his seat all the same- at least until Davante sought to crash a pillow down upon him. The sudden smack of something against him sees the Leopard hiss in disdain, equally golden eyes narrowed in disdain as Davante rips back the bed sheet to expose the disgruntled feline form, tail lashing in representations of his often volatile nature and current discontent. His warlock companion's demand that he remove himself from the bed is met with little more than a sideways roll atop the plush mattress, Tobias preceding to claw his way up the bed in a deliberately sideways fashion- large, thick claws spiking into the bed as he stretches in deliberate disobedience. Bad kitty- is hardly enough to dissuade the other man.

He is a stubborn creature at the best of times, headstrong and wilful, obedient to his Alpha alone and yet he has come to...tolerate Davante perhaps, come to enjoy spending time in the company of the other man, many of his days spent sprawled across the counter top in Davante's shop else watching the man tinker. Cat's, in any form, are so easily fascinated by such things- Tobias taking ready delight in 'going to work' with Davante, near as much delight seeming to emanate from him on the rare occasion he is permitted to 'remove' an unruly customer- precious few ever daring to take on the Ark Champion, Beta of the Nightshade pack and Davante's right hand man-cat. Davante however, is not entirely free of Tobias' temper tantrums, the leopard refusing to leave the bed as satisfied purrs roll from within his chest. His head lifts only at the mention of a 'super-soaker', head tilted to the side in some act of curiosity unable to understand entirely what such a thing is. For several moments the jungle cat remains content to stare at his companion before seemingly deciding he is satisfied with the mans wakefulness, rolling atop the covers once more to leap from the bed and lope from the room, several cats rushing to follow him with tails in the air as he hurries to the kitchen.

He has, to an extent, become used to Davante's schedule- oblivious entirely to the man's apparent determination to sleep in. His fractured mind does not perceive or except change well, he thrives upon routine, delights in repetition and as such has come to believe that this is the time, each day, Davante must wake up. His claws retract, allowing him to move silently now as he stands up upon his hind legs, staring expectantly at the toaster now. Breakfast, after all, is the next step- his own hunger surely driving such reactions, unaware the toaster required more then his attention upon it to produce food. One ear rotates, listening for the warlock whom was surely making some effort to dress, the boys patience infamously short as a hiss of frustration emits from his lips and jaws part to seize the toaster itself. A single, forcible pull sees the unfortunate machine ripped out of the wall itself, carried in the felines jaws as he hurries back to Davantes room now, proceeding to dump the toaster at the man's feet in a none-to-subtle indication of his demands before hurrying from the room again.

He moves again to the kitchen, Church now in tow, Tobias having taken a special liking to this particular animal- although why cannot truly be said, the pair seeming to have found contentment in each other as the rest of the felines begin to assemble in some form of vague curiosity of their King. One paw reaches out, clawing at the pantry until the door is pushed open, golden eyes rapidly searching for the container he knows lies within somewhere, reaching out to grasp it in large jaws once more before lifting it from within. It take's barely a shake of his head to throw the lid from it, cat biscuits fountaining out in every direction- rather a pile falling at Church's paws- seeming to please the tom cat before Tobias proceeds to head back towards the bedroom- unaware of the trail of biscuits following behind him as the cats help themselves. It takes barely a moment for the animal to reach the bedroom once more, the plastic container of biscuits dropped at the unfortunate warlock's feet beside the assaulted toaster. That the container no longer holds any biscuits (for they have been trailed throughout the house) is of clear surprise to the young man, eyes widening as they fall upon the suddenly empty container, unable to understand how or where the biscuits had escaped too as confusion lingers within his gaze. How the biscuits had escaped he fails to understand, head turned at last to look back the way he had come, the cats content to feast upon the trail left behind, leopard lips pulling upward into a crooked grin of sorts before he seats himself now at Davante's feet- clearly pleased with his efforts to establish breakfast this morning as one paw reaches out a final time to rest against the toaster in evident anticipation of his own morning meal.

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