It is within the earlier hours of the morning that the gangly young man trails behind his companion, dark eyes ever watchful beneath that shock of tangled black hair that is desperately in need of cutting and yet, given the deviants generally volatile nature none yet had been brave enough to approach him with a pair of scissors, resulting in those unruly locks (not all that different from Tetradores own) falling parentally into his gaze. It was rare indeed to find either man away from the Ark, the floating fighting ship having only just closed a few hours ago and yet on this occasion the gangly creatures continued whinging had finally prevailed, Tetradore at last having relented to taking him to see 'the man with the gun' that his somewhat fractured mind had become fixated upon of late. That Tobias had not understood the majority of the movie, the plot of James Bond Spectre having been perhaps to advanced for his unusual mind to follow had hardly seemed to dissuade the deviant, the boy having spent the majority of the film actually remaining within his seat, quite the feat really, his mind often easily distracted, while also managing not to upset any other patron within the cinema- if only because there hadn't been any. Tetradore having chosen the most inconvenient session possible for potentially that reason. Either way, Tobias had found ready delight in the colours and sounds, any scene involving chase or cars seeming to delight him entirely, the boy having learned several new ways in which to mimic sounds of gun fire or explosions before becoming wholly fixated on devouring every possible portion of candy the pair had managed to pilfer.

"Tetra. Do you....know what....bit I....liked the most best?"

Dark eyes managed to find the emerald green of his chosen companions own in that moment, waiting until he is assured he has the man's attention before continuing.

"The bit with...the gun."

That nearly all the 'bits' had contained a gun or weapon of some sort remained to be seen, the boy evidently pleased with his decision as a grin of sorts is flashed towards his companion before the deviant returns to his own thoughts. Muttered words slip from his lips every now and then, the boy evidently content to carry out of conversation with himself in some fashion, dark eyes glancing upward to assure he remains beside Tetradore as they wander back towards the Ark. It is only as they round yet another corner that the ever cunning Leopard fixates his attention upon the scent that lingers within the air, features frowning in momentary confusion as he pauses, one hand reaching out suddenly to touch his companions arm and bring him to a stop.

"I can....smell things."

The boys animal instincts, after all, are far more potent then many others, his fractured mind resulting in a creature so seemingly caught between man and beast, Tobias content to walk that line that lingers so dangerously between- the young man readily seeming to fall into a stance almost akin to a hunting pose in that moment as each muscle tenses. His attention moves readily to the nearest apartment building, long limbs carrying him suddenly away from his companion and towards one of the lower apartments, the open window still easily within his reach as his gazes moves upwards now. He can smell the sugar, his endless desire for food evidently not yet filled by his night at the cinema as he lunges suddenly upward, grasping the window sill and hoisting himself readily into the kitchen. For a moment those dark, predatory eyes simply watch the woman, her back to him as she moves about the oven- his attention sliding rapidly onto the plates of cookies and brownies already upon the table as a simper of sorts, a look stolen from his companion, readily adorns his features.

A single, momentary glance outside assures him Tetradore has not left, Tobias utterly unwilling to allow the man from his sight for far to long, to boy more akin to a loyal dog then a cat in that regard and yet with his favoured person still within sight the skinny deviant reaches readily for the plate of cookies, snatching several of them with glee before rapidly beginning to consume them. That this is not his home, let alone not his food evidently does not matter- the boy assured that any food may be readily claimed by anyone willing to take it and as such the cookies have become his own. One free hand reaches to snatch a brownie from the plate, tossing it backwards and out the window- if only to show his companion what he has discovered before his attention returns to consuming his newfound prize- ignoring the girl entirely.

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