That it is not the intention of the woman to plunge herself from great heights and into the ocean below merely sees the young man frown in ready contemplation of such a fact. That she had fallen by accident has simply not occurred to him, her hands reaching out frantically to grab at him and yet he merely allows her to do so. It is the nervous apprehension in her voice perhaps, that results in his attention fixating upon her more fully. He can feel her nervous energy, the tense hold to her muscle and the chill of her hands as she grips his own and yet why she is so afraid he simply cannot perceive- the man content to search momentarily for any sign of danger before moving to pull the woman back to the side of the boat and allow her to grasp onto the guard rail beside him.

"Birdie is.....dog?"

His head tilts slightly, his sentence something of a question perhaps, as if seeking to assure himself he is correct in this manner. After all, if she is not a cat then she must be a dog, no other animals exist to his mind outside of such categories and yet that he does not fully perceive entirely what animal his girlfriend is has perhaps only now been made clear. He understands animals, to a certain extent, understands some are different to others and indeed he can surely name quite a number of them if prompted, yet that not all animals fall into the category of either dog or cat has never truly been explained and perhaps that is for the better. His mind, after all, can surely only take so much information and truly it may well be wasted on knowledge hardly critical- though he questions it all the same. Birdie's desire to go towards the people readily refocuses the deviants attention once more, long limbs easily carrying him along the guard rail with the natural balance his species so readily possesses, the man climbing with assured ease downward before swinging up and onto the deck- a nearby woman shirking slightly in surprise at the sight of the barefooted man with dark hair askew.

"Birdie! You are....to slow."

His head appears around the boat once more, dark eyes narrowed upon his companion still clinging nervously to the side, evidently unable to find the compassion for such a thing as he seeks to hurry her, his utter excitement evidently clear. The main deck was large, the pool in the centre attracting by far the most attention, the rest of the deck taken up with play equipment for children, sunbathing adults, dancing entertainers, music and copious amounts of food, the dark eyes of the boy rapidly flicking from one object to the next before the person behind him abruptly shuffles forward. That he has, inadvertently, joined the line for one of the attractions remains to be seen, the continual moving line shuffling him forward over and again. It has taken him only these few moments to lose sight of his companion, arms folded across his chest in some mild irritation at having been separated from her before the ride attendant gestures towards the slide.

Your turn, buddy.

For a moment the shaggy-haired deviant is merely inclined to stare, gaze moving from the man, to the giant slide and back again, unable to comprehend entirely what is being asked of him before the man gestures to the slide entrance once more.

Just sit, you'll be fine.
"Where does...it go?"

He cannot comprehend the slide, not truly, unable to understand exactly where it goes and yet curiosity, it would seem, has won out over any momentary concern as he simply moves to sit within before allowing himself to slide. The sudden, rapid sliding motion rapidly sees a grin adorn his features- until the slide rounds a final corner- the water and the pool coming into clear view. It is a sudden explosion of power that sees his leopard claws burst from beneath his fingernails, scraping the sides of the slide and bringing him to a halt mere inches from itself with panicked alarm, the water threatening to lap at his feet as dark eyes grow wide once more. Tobias, evidently, stuck.

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