They had closed earlier that night, Monday nights never were as busy as the rest, though truly the younger man had no concept of the days of the week or any ability to understand that it cost more to stay open then they earned on nights as slow as this, Tetra's desire to close early having everything to do with finances and little to do with any great need for sleep. This uncharacteristically early night however, is far from the normal routine to which the young man has become accustomed, it is only midnight an yet Tetradore's desire to go to bed is met with little more then an irritated huff. The younger man's continued protest that he is not tired entirely ignored by his older companion until the Leopard is left sitting upon the rug on Tetradore's floor in protest with the lights out and his favoured being having gone to bed all the same. Of all within the Ark, Tetradore is the least inclined to be commanded by the often belligerent young man, irritable muttering hissing from his lips, assured the panther can hear all the same before he gives up such a game entirely, well aware by now that his companion would not be convinced nor tolerate muttering for long and as such the lanky deviant merely proceeds to scramble beneath Tetradore's bed. It is his favoured sleeping position, one he takes up more often then not, oblivious to how or why such a thing may be classed as unusual.

Peace however, lasts only two hours or so, the shaggy-haired deviant finding himself awake once more shortly after two am. He rarely sleeps within the night time hours as it is, often content to amuse himself with his collection of toys- having learned early on that no one else seemed to enjoy games at such an hour. For a moment he simply listens, the steady rhythm of the breathing of the other man assuring him his companion is entirely asleep before he moves to pull himself from beneath the bed once more, his collection of toy cars following him to the rug. For another half hour or so the boy remains content to wheel his cars about, having finally learned to whisper the car themed noises he is content to make, pausing each time the other man stirs to assure himself his Alpha is not about to wake and toss a pillow at him. A sudden noise from somewhere downstairs however sees the deviant pause, dark eyes flashing gold within the gloom, animalistic instinct responding near instantly to such a thing as he moves towards the door once more, peering down from the landing and to the dark rings below. It is a single, soft scratching noise and yet one the leopard has surely never heard, dark head tilted in curiosity before a soft growling sound rises readily within his throat. For all his shortcomings he is, truly, nothing short of an excellent guard and yet this single sound is....unusual to him.

He turns smoothly back upon his heel, bare feet padding back across the polished wooden floors and into Tetra's room once more, eyeing the sleeping figure now with some manner of irritation. He dislikes when his companion sleeps so deeply, the noise from downstairs clear to his sharp ears even from within his companions room.

"Tetra."

The decided lack of response earns little more then a glare from the younger man, Tobias proceeding to move towards the end of the man's bed, one finger reaching out to tap at his foot, only to have him roll in the opposite direction. That these are the acts of a sleeping person and not a conscious effort to irritate the deviant are surely confused, an irritable snort released now as he proceeds to lift the blankets, scrambling readily onto the bed himself, travelling smoothly beneath the covers until he lies entirely beside Tetradore now. Personal space, it would seem, is not yet a lesson he has learned well.

"Tetra.....Tetra!"

This time he moves to shove his companion directly, assured that this will stir him into wakefulness, the unfortunate Alpha sure to roll over if only to find himself face to face with his Second in the bed with him, Tobias failing to understand entirely the boundaries of such a thing and that indeed such things normally end within childhood years.

"There are....ghosts down stairs."

He has, never before, seen fit to mention the word 'ghosts' let alone wake the other man because of them, dark eyes resting against the green of his own with distinct seriousness, though indeed the boys acting capabilities are decidedly grand when he should desire them to be. Whether there are truly ghosts or not surely remains to be seen, that he simply desires Tetradore be awake may well be the purpose behind it, else his understanding of ghosts is far different to the norm.

"We....have to go......and get them now. You....have to get....up."

Here and now is clearly the time to be awake, Tobias' own fractured mind entirely incapable of the perception that such a time and place may be frowned upon by his leader as he continues to lay beside him, features frowning suddenly.

"Your bed....is very....small."

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