Tetradore's hand reaching out to brush him away in that haze of sleep hardly seemed to perturb the gangly deviant who lay next to him, the boy merely moving to bat the reaching hand away in the same manner a cat may bat at a toy- far more taken with attempting to rouse his companion into wakefulness as the man merely proceeds to roll over. Tobias' proximity however, seems to startle the Alpha backward, dark eyes merely continuing to stare towards the panther with near emotionless ease, utterly oblivious to how or why being within his companions bed may have been at all deemed in the realm of inappropriate. Their childhood games, after all, are very much still alive within the mind of the lanky deviant, the boy surely hardly older than ten within his own mind, his own development seeming to have stopped the night their worlds had fallen apart. After all, Tetradore and his family were the only true connection the boy had to any other beings, his own method of learning. Perhaps had any who survived been aware the boy was alive he too may have been sent to live with Nadya, perhaps he may have become something- someone and yet perhaps it would have failed all the same. Even despite the years in which he had lived in the Tetradore home he had still been 'half-wild' refusing to allow Mother or Father to touch him or hold him willingly. He had been content in Tetra's company alone, tolerating the young Naddy as any boy tolerate a little sister and yet it seemed still that his mentality had failed to extend beyond this, as if he remains entirely trapped at the age he had been then, refusing staunchly to grow beyond it. How could he?

As such his presence within his companions bed holds little sway over the boy in regards to the rightness of it, merely assured he is welcomed anywhere his chosen Alpha is, his mind fixated entirely upon the 'ghosts' he has discovered and little else as his companions mumbled words in regards to 'crab spiders' see his own features frown readily.

"What is....crab spider?"

It is taken with near instant assuredness that crab spiders, surely, must exist, after all, of all the beings within his existence it is Tetradore the young man trusts the most. His faith in his leader utterly unshakable, assured the man would not ever lie and as such Crab Spiders surely exist, the leopard pausing to glance briefly about himself- though what he actually searched for he hardly knew. Tetradore's evidently reluctant agreement to get up however, ends any thoughts of these supposed creatures, Tobias scampering to move aside and allow his companion to get out of bed- the man's voice echoing through the darkness, content to argue the size of his bed.

"It is.....we did....not fit good. If you want you.....can sleep under it.....with me- it is better."

His head nods, utterly assured of this, unable to comprehend how or why his friend may not desire to sleep beneath the bed and on the floorboards as he so often did himself. The manner in which Tetradore raises a hand to run fingers though his hair readily sees Tobias mimic the action, content to believe this may well be a necessary requirement of getting up, trailing barefoot after the other man now and out into the hall before he moves to take the lead. His own bare feet fall almost soundlessly against the floor as he strides easily downstairs, evidently holding no fear of this supposed ghost all the same, stepping down and onto the lower deck now, pausing to listen into the darkness. It is a faint, subtle sound and yet one clearly there all the same, a scratching, shuffling noise nearer to the kitchen. Another frown creases his youthful features now, head turned briefly back to Tetradore- assuring the other man could hear the unusual sound before a low, rumbling growl rises readily within his throat. He is protective of what he believes is his own, the boy possessing no real fear of anything on the face of the earth or beneath it- save perhaps for water in large volumes- and as such he simply creeps forward now, that feline part of himself permitting a greater night vision then most.

He presses closer to the wall now, assured Tetra was still following, aware of his Alpha all the same, listening for any command that might come and yet until it does the deviant boy is content to lead. He is territorial, if nothing else, ears straining again against the relative silence- the sound abruptly stopping as the boy pauses outside the kitchen. His head tilts once more, turning side to side in a manner more akin to a curious puppy, turning to look back to Tetradore once more, lips parting to speak when his eyes grow suddenly wide. The shadow behind Tetradore had most assuredly not been there before, a snarl of sorts spitting free of his lips, fingernails rapidly replaced with claws as he lunges- the shadow swinging something directly at Tetradore in the same moment. Tobias connects fully with his intended target, a high-pitched, distinctly feminine scream echoing throughout as both go down, a frying pan (clearly what she had swung at Tetradore) clattering to the ground nearby.

It's me, Tobias it's me! Get off! Get off! Ow! Oh, I'm bleeding you wretched thing.

It takes a final shove before Tobias proceeds to move away from Cat Ears, gaze adjusted to the darkness enough to see the waitress now as she righted herself holding her gashed arm, fumbling for her frying pan with the other before she seems to register Tetradore's presence.

oh my god, did I hit you? I'm sorry I....I heard noises down here so I came to see and I thought you two were the ghosts. Please don't fire me.

That 'ghosts' is clearly a recurring theme aboard the Ark is evident, an irritable huff sounded from Tobias now as the waitress suddenly gave another cry.

He's bitten the handle of my pan in half- I...oh there's that noise again. I'm not staying here by myself I'm coming with you both.

"You are....too loud. Go....to bed."

Tobias' voice is very near a hiss now, irritation laced evidently within it, though it is a distinct command all the same, Cat Ears wavering slightly now, unwilling to disobey the lanky deviant and yet nervous to wander around alone in the dark as that odd sound starts up once more and the half-shifted Leopard seemingly forgets the girl entirely.

"From....downstairs."

One hand simply points down and towards the floor, the boy assured now that this ghost is somewhere within the hull of the ship, the very place their more valued possessions, like cars, are given to stay.

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