That Davante was not overjoyed by his presence, much less the efforts the Leopard had made to wake him are met with little more than a scowl of sorts, Tobias evidently having failed to understand personal boundaries or why it was in any way inappropriate for him to recline upon his companions chest in any form- such actions however, are bred entirely from innocence, the man failing entirely to understand how such a thing may be anything less then appropriate before Davante's threat sees him frown once more as he moves to allow the other man to actually get up. He understands the word 'neuter', indeed he has already had this threat thrown upon him once more, his scowl only deepening as his mind attempts to put together these words once more.

Tetra said....I do not have....to get...neutered.

The word of the Alpha, evidently, trumps any threat Davante may have been inclined to make, his utter dedication to the emerald eyed panther he called brother far outweighing any loosely offered words from the warlock as those stuttered syllables are snapped towards the other man now, Tobias entirely oblivious to the notion that the warlock will not understand them- his words no more then a hissing yowl to the warlocks ears and yet surely, his disagreement is clear all the same. The golden eyed jungle cat eyes him a moment before proceeding to charge off and into the kitchen to begin the stream of chaos that was given to follow, entirely content to ignore Davante's cussing in the wake of his toasters destruction and the trail of cat biscuits that proceed to be upended throughout the house, the boy assured he has mastered the art of 'getting ready' in the morning as his golden form seats neatly now at the warlocks feet in ready anticipation of the praise he is deserving for his actions. The sudden emergence of Davante's shows however, rapidly sees the giant cat returned to his feet once more, the boy having already come to understand that shoes assuredly meant shop, a purr of satisfaction rumbling readily within him as he moves to brush up against the warlock in some symbol of muted affection- either for the man or the idea of the shop cannot be said, the gangly deviant moving to trail after him throughout the house.

The other cats move to shift, if only slightly, allowing their King to pass unhampered as the spotted creature moves to follow his companion into the kitchen, rubbing the length of his form along the lower cupboards as he does, the handles rubbing against his back in a manner he finds entirely satisfying before Davante speaks once more, golden eyes flicking from the man to the cats and back again, unable to understand the words he is offered now as leopard fur suddenly gives way to human skin, the cat replaced entirely with the man now as Church lunges upward and into his arms. For a moment the naked, scruffy haired deviant merely stands, eyeing Davante warily before those stuttered words manage to part his lips once more.

"I do...not know what....shits is and...I am not...fat."

His head nods in assurance of these claims as those long limbs stride forward once more, Church still held under one arm as those long fingers reach out to pluck Davante's bagel from him, pausing briefly to snatch a handful of cat biscuits from the floor before gently placing them atop the bagel and handing it back to the man with a delighted grin. Tobias evidently pleased with his efforts as he moves to seat himself on the floor once more, reaching out to snatch another handful of biscuits for himself, crunching them happily between his jaws, quite content to eat anything the cats do not- utterly oblivious to his own behaviours in this regard. Davante, it would seem, is ignored by all of his feline companions in this moment, Tobias entirely fixated upon the task of eating, evidently content with his choice of breakfast before moving, thankfully, to locate a pair of pants- the black haired boy emerging several moments later in some form of semi-dressed state, several cats tucked beneath his arms. Church and Monk, thankfully, seemed unconcerned with being carried, the others however, still attempted to struggle desperately from his grasp, the gangly boy only holding them tighter like beloved toys.

"I want to....bring...all of....them too....the work."

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