Tetradore's sluggish meandering was rapidly coming to an end. His destination was quite upon him weather or not he liked it. For a long moment the male simply stood in front of the apartment complex, a small frown marring his masculine features. All willpower to continue on his assigned task had left him and briefly he considered simply waiting until his companions found him once again. Even though they didn't allow him the freedom he so longed for, at least he could simply hang back while they were the ones to frighten the inhabitants of the neighborhood on Risque's behalf. He'd only just come to the conclusion that this was by far the best idea he'd had all day when a feminine scream caught his attention. Tetradore hardly had the chance to turn and investigate this new sound when a solid figure slammed into his backside, sending the man haphazardly plunging forward and onto the small strip of dying grass on the side of the street. He hardly had enough time to bring his arms up towards his face when he was shoved into the ground with a grunt. The weight that had collided into him was almost immediately removed, providing him with enough time to flop over onto his back with the intention to at least face whoever had been daft enough to run into him. He hardly even had a moment to breath before the creature was back on him and while the feline might have been affectionate, all Tetradore was aware of was that there was a massive cat using his body as a rubbing post.


"Fuck. What the hell are you doing?! Get OFF." He voiced his dissatisfaction quite loudly, fearlessly shoving the cat as much as he could within that moment. There was little connection within his head between the animal and his past. For a moment he'd considered weather or not the creature was supernatural (although he was quite certain he hadn't recently gotten together with a were in the first place). Either way, however, the man was hardly perturbed. He was confident enough in his abilities to deal with whatever it was that chose to harass him...well he would have if he wasn't left entirely bewildered by the unyielding emotions he was being crushed with. By the time that fur faded away to soft, human flesh, Tetradore had just about had enough of what he was certain was a cat in heat. His emerald eyes stared blankly at the face of his childhood friend, recognition slowly tugging at his brain followed, quite rapidly by a guarded caution.



It hadn't been the first time that he'd seen Tobias' face haunt his mind. During his young years his mistress had often found it delightful to fill his brain with hallucinations of the past she'd robbed him of. It had been torture at that ripe age, to watch his friends and family ripped away from him again and again until he'd almost become desensitized by her cruel tricks. For a moment he simply stared at the boy, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, hardly listening to the words that were spoke to him. His gaze shifted to the sky, reassuring himself that the sun hadn't somehow set when he wasn't looking before his hands slowly rose to cup the boy's face. "Tobi?" He inquired softly, his bright eyes searching those dark chocolate ones that hovered just above him. It didn't matter to him in that moment that they were surely an awkward sight to behold, in fact the only thing he was aware of was that he was actually touching flesh - that this wasn't a figment of his imagination that vanished once it was finally within his grasp.



Even now that realization was finally falling upon him, Tetradore was unsure exactly of what to do. He hardly wished to push the man away from him, not that he'd only just miraculously returned from the dead. However, he neither wished to share his life with the boy, it was a life even he himself didn't want. A small, choked laugh left his lips before he whispered softly, "You don't want to come with me." It was the one thing he was certain of, that cold simple fact that he finally had some grasp upon the life he'd given up only to be entirely unable to do anything about it.