It is the sounds of laughter and shouts that so seem to coerce the boy from beneath the piles of blankets within his hammock, those bleary dark eyes blinking in some manner of confusion at this unusual sound as he stumbles sleepily towards it. He is used to shouts of anger and roars of pain, if not the scent of blood tainting the air of his wooden home, so much laughter, catcalls and whistling an entirely foreign sound to the dark haired deviant as he moves to investigate, curious as any cat ever has been. Bare feet pad softly against the wood and steel floors of his home, caring him readily downstairs and into one of the spare rooms that exist behind the rings and bar, the night too early yet for any fights to begin- the majority of staff seeming to have gathered within this area, the space having been converted into a lounge of sorts, a large projector set up at the far end, projecting a movie onto the previously blank walls. For a moment the shaggy haired boy is merely left staring, mind unable to understand how this room had appeared, entirely assured the Ark had not possessed such a thing before, incapable of understanding that the room had merely been converted for a purpose, the movie projected onto the wall a source of equal fascination, lips parting to speak before he is hurriedly told to be quiet, Jackal pointing him towards the only remaining spare bean bag on the floor, Tobias moving to seat himself as told, eyes searching amongst the gathered staff for any sign of Tetradore before the movie itself readily seems to gain his attention.

His mind, cunning though it is, is readily distracted, the lack of fast cars or fights or animated characters rapidly seeing his attention begin to wane, dark eyes flicking from one employee to another, entirely oblivious as to why they seem so very riveted to the screen- gaze lingering upon the now naked figures upon it before turning away once more with an irritable huff. He is perhaps...unlike other men in this regard, his ability to appreciate what he can only see and cannot touch...a limited thing indeed- the presence of another beside him readily seeing those dark eyes fixate once more upon the young waitress who placed herself beside him, Cat Ears forever seeming to find him in any crowd. Don't you like the movie, Tobi? I can explain it if you want? Her words are very near a purr in themselves, the boy merely given to frown before nodding, so utterly oblivious to so much of her intentions in this moment. Well, it's called Fifty Shades of Grey, it's about a boy and a girl......

It is some forty minutes later that the movie finally ends, the vast majority of the staff long ago having ceased to watch it, far more entertained it would seem- by Tobias' attempts to understand the picture itself- someone among them having taken the time to gather rather a selection of items to offer the deviant in turn, much to the amusement of all involved as a pair of rather fluffy handcuffs is passed to the boy. Do you know what those do, Tobi? Even Jackal is given to chuckle as the Leopard merely frowns, head shaking in utter confusion before yet another explanation begins, the result of far too many men, too much alcohol and too much free time on this particular night that eventually sees Tobias wander from the room with an arm full of 'toys' he is not entirely sure he understands. His newest collection of items is carried dutifully back up the stairs and back towards his bedroom, Birdie still asleep within the pile of blankets she was often given to share with him as dark eyes flicker from his 'toys' to his companion and back again- one arm reaching to shake the girl awake- demanding her attention here and now.

"Birdie. What is....this for?"

One hand simply moves to pick up some sort of whip-like device, holding it towards the unfortunate, half-asleep young woman before dumping it back atop his pile of...adult themed toys, moving to fiddle once more with the handcuffs within his hand, the soft, fluffy faux fur seeming to delight him all the same, fingers brushing against it before leaning suddenly forward to clasp one end around Birdie's wrist, the other around the bed post cuffing his unfortunate girlfriend to the bed in what he is assured is the right manner of playing this game.

"I saw....a movie....they played with...these toys- but I do...not think they...are very...fun. You are....stuck....but you are...supposed to like it- I think."

The sudden call of Tetradore however seems to cease any and all curiosity the boy may have possessed in regards to his new toys, human form rapidly replaced with his own spotted pelt as the Leopard moves to lunge in the direction of his beloved Alpha- having forgotten entirely that he has handcuffed his companion to the bed as he barrels from the room, leaving the unfortunate Birdie in such a position with merely a call for her to hurry up as he heads for the forests. His powerful, lean spotted frame lunges easily through the darkness, barrelling over thicket and undergrowth and to reach his companions at last, pace only slowed as he moves to approach the large of the pair, a rumbling greeting offered to Nadya before he moves to lunge up and into the tree to run his golden form along the length of Tetra's own ebony frame, moving to face his Alpha at last within the tree before his head swings suddenly and rather violently to collide with the panthers own in a clear and pronounced head-butt of affection, a bizarre greeting to be sure and yet one that seems to satisfy the Leopard as he leaps down, tail brushing against Nadya in clear delight at having both his companions beside him before those golden eyes are cast suddenly downward and towards the tumbling kittens he has noticed entirely for the first time- a sudden hiss spat free of his jaws as he stumbles back and away from them.

They are...unfamiliar to him in this form, their scents taking a moment longer still to infiltrate his mind before he proceeds to slink forward once more, stance decidedly....hunter-like in it's approach as he lowers himself. The nearest of the children, Micah, stumbles towards him as one paw lifts to bat almost playfully at him- knocking his son entirely from his feet- the little boy struggling to right himself before toddling forward once more, much to the utter delight of the larger Leopard, Tobias content to roll over entirely upon his back to further bat at the kitten in a surprising display of...paternal care. He does not understand them, not entirely, yet the animalistic side of himself perceives that these are his own, that they are worth protecting, that they are his and this is all that matters.

I...tied Birdie to....the bed with....toys.

Golden eyes roll back towards Tetradore now as the boy moves to right himself, form shaken to remove the leaves that cling before scaling the tree once more and seating himself right beside Tetra now in the position he is assured is his own, golden eyes searching for his wolfish companion.

I think...maybe....she is stuck.

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