Dark eyes slice sideways as he reclines atop his makeshift bed, stomach finally free of the unfortunate seafood, meeting the gaze of the now equally human woman as she wanders from within the shadows. For a moment his attention drifts upwards, as if making some attempt to work out where it was she had come from before his gaze deviates back to her own and his previous expletives fall silent, a snort sounded from within as he deliberately turns away from her once more. He is not a social creature by any means, weeks at a time spent within his feline form only separating him further and further from the rest f humanity and yet, to his mind, it simply does not matter. He wants his companion, his friend, has wanted him for more years then the illiterate creature is capable of counting- nothing else matters, nothing at all, her sentence met with little more then a curl of his lip as he stomach struggles to settle, only now beginning to feel those pains of hunger once more. He raids the fisherman a few times a week, leaving some days in between, an instinct of sorts that prevents continued assaults. Yet to lose a meal tonight assures he may not have the chance for some time and indeed this only further sees his mood sour. Her hand reaching to clutch her side manages to capture his interest, the scent of blood within the air readily assessed, his ability lending to him his instincts in any form, his ability to locate weakness of injury readily ensnaring upon her wounded side as he offers a shrug of sorts in those stuttered, disjointed words.




"Not...bad."




He moves to point haphazardly to her side, instinct assuring him her wound is hardly life threatening, little more than an annoyance that spills the scent of blood into the air, a dangerous thing in certain parts and one the creature openly disdains coming from the girl less she manage to attract something or someone else to his safe haven amongst the dockyard. As she lifts her shirt to inspect the bullet wound, his own lanky, lithe form lifts abruptly upward, attention seeming fixated upon the scars that line her flesh beneath the fabric, head tilting off to one side as he eases himself to his feet once more, his impressive height towering above her own- so much of his movements remaining distinctly cat like as he slides towards her. That she may not appreciate a naked man so close clearly has not occurred to him, fingers reaching out to snatch the hem of her shirt, merely holding it up as she did for his own inspection, eyes held entirely against her marked flesh, oblivious to whatever it is she had been saying- or seemingly so. The fingers of his free hand lift abruptly in that moment, as if he has every intention of touching the woman, enraptured entirely with her pale skin, his mind obsessed with anything forming a pattern though why cannot be said. That she may not appreciate his proximity, or the tips of his fingers ever so slightly grazing her flesh is irrelevant to him before he abruptly steps back and away, his interest ended as quickly as it had begun, dark eyes watching her warily now as his arms fold across his bare chest.




"You...show me...then."




Wether he intends to share whatever food the pair may finds remains to be seen, the feline as utterly cunning as they come, despite the girls belief in regards to his stupidity. His mind is simply...different than those around him, his words harder to understand in this form, voice still rough from disuse when the scent of another begins instantly apparent, the boy tensing as he pivots in place, dark eyes landing firmly upon the....dead thing as it speaks, features pulling upward in a clear look of disdain for this particular scent. He knows vampire, has scented this before and yet aside from this he pays little attention. This one is not a threat, no part of the other creature indicating attack and as such, it would seem, Tobias simply does not care as he turns to disappear into the depths of the warehouse once more, momentary scuffling to be heard before he reappears, this time with a pair of jeans in place, worn and frayed as they are, an entire size to big and hanging off his underfed form. Even so, it would seem, he has managed some mediocre of decency. For a moment he seems utterly content to fish within the pockets of the pants, fumbling about before finding what it is he searches for, the terribly faded, crumpled paper straightened carefully within his hands before he marches directly back towards the vampire.




"You talk...too much...shut up. Hurts my...ears."




This- is evidently what he thinks of the other man within his home, his voice little more than agitation to Tobias' sensitive years. Raven is near forgotten in these moments, though he remains aware of her still, dark eyes flicking back towards her own occasion before settling once more upon the vampire. He cares little for other races, seeking to harm only those that irritate his volatile nature, this one, doing little more than jabbering at him and yet it I not the vampire he is interested in, so much as the other mans age. He understands, to some extent, that vampires live long lives, that they see what others do not as he abruptly holds up the crumpled piece of paper towards Damon, revealing indeed that this is a photograph, old and worn as it is, the young boys within it little more then nine or ten in age and yet one, the taller of the boys is a distinctly shaggy haired individual- evidently Tobias himself, though he moves to point now to the other, the shorter, dark-haired boy with green eyes.




"Looking for...him....do you know where he is? Have you...seen him? Please."




The photograph is nearly over ten years old itself, the boy in the photograph surely significantly older now and yet such things seem irrelevant to the young man as he waits for the vampires opinion on the matter. It is the only photograph he has, the only....anything he has left of his friend and he knows, is sure, that Tetradore is here somewhere....he just needs to find him.

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