It is cheaper than the sand and earth or shavings we are already using, we can cut costs by not having to haul it out and haul fresh surface back in. It will cost to replace all the rings with this, but it is longer lasting, easier to clean, safer in that it is, how you say.....absorbing the impact? The springs is very strong- can support up to a few tons, though the biggest fighters we have tend to be rhino, some of the bulls or a horse every now and then and it should hold those- the mat will lift before a spring comes through, when we see that we need to replace the spring- I can do myself, I can teach the others to do it too.

Jackal's attempt at explaining the mechanics of the new ring surface are entirely lost upon the boy, the little Mexican man never truly finishing his sentence before Tobias proceeded to send Tet crashing down upon it in his own method of testing the new toy before them- his snicker quickly covered by a look of blank confusion, as if he failed to understand how Tet had fallen over at all. He is nothing if not cunning when he should choose to be, moving to stand within the corner he had been directed to- head tilting slightly at Tetradore's terms for the game before nodding.

"If.....Tetra win.....Tetra can....go to bed and I....not wake.....even....for toast."

That Tobias is agreeing to wait for his breakfast the next day is a decidedly large concession on his part, the shaggy haired deviant frequently given to rouse his companion the moment hunger struck, demanding Tetradore feed bread to the toaster each morning- taking utter delight in the fashion in which the bread was returned to him in a decidedly burnt fashion. That toast is not supposed to be burnt remained to be seen, Tobias assured that anything given to him by Tetra must be correct. Whether or not he would truly uphold such a deal however was perhaps debatable, his inability to perceive time generally resulting in the man waking Tetra regardless- if only to ask him for the time. The rules Jackal offers are met with another nod, his fractured mind capable of understanding these guidelines in the least, the boy having no desire to harm his companion regardless, dark eyes lifting to the emerald of the panthers own now as he teases at him. The grin the other man offers in response is met with a frown of sorts, Tobias rapidly attempting to perceive this reaction, one Tetradore rarely offers, before moving to rather abruptly mimic the man's grin at the memory.

"I can....be scary.....if I.....try but....I like....Tetra so....I.....not scare him."

Those scattered, jumbled words are forced readily from his lips now, answering Tetradore's response with an entirely serious one of his own, having missed, as usual, the other man's attempts to be less then serious as he watches him beneath that mop of black hair- answering him entirely honestly. After all, Tobias is sure that should he desire to scare Tetradore he is entirely capable of it. It is merely his affections for his best friend, his understanding of the man's position above him that stays his hand in that regard. The sudden command from Jackal to begin momentarily sees Tobias pause, dark eyes flicking from the little Mexican, to Tetradore and back again, lips parting to mutter indefinable words to himself- almost as if he has forgotten about the game entirely, turning suddenly away from the other man to pluck at the rubbery ropes around the ring. One long finger reaches out, running across the rope, lips continuing to move as he speaks entirely to himself though he remains aware of Tetradore all the same, fingers tracing along the edge as he suddenly begins to move- following the rope about. It is not unusual perhaps, the boy near obsessed with lines in any fashion, possessing a constant desire to follow them and yet whether Tetradore falls so readily for the ruse as so many others do remains to be seen. For several more minutes Tobias is merely content to play with the ropes, tugging at them, teasing at them, ignoring the scowl of confusion Jackal is content to give him before he continues to follow the ropes about- drawing closer and closer to Tetradore.

He moves until he stands right next to the other man, gaze fixated still upon the ropes he has followed around the entirety of the ring, refusing to offer Tetradore any attention at all, tracing his fingers along the rope until he reaches his chosen Alpha- the man's form blocking any further progression, the deviant frowning readily now.

"Tetra!"

It is a single, sudden word, his frustration- seemingly- at the man's presence against the ropes evidently clear as he moves to step around him. It is within this single moment however that the Leopards demeanour seems to shift, his utter lack of interest in the play fight they are supposed to be having seeming to register, kicking one leg suddenly sideways in an effort to collide with Tetradore's own and unbalance the man before lunging forward. His shift is sudden, instantaneous, the boy replaced with the far heavier Leopard in mere seconds as he moves to capitalize on Tetradore's lack of balance, aiming to leap atop him and bring him crashing down once more. Giant jaws part, aiming to grasp hold of Tetradores neck, gently, carefully, seeking to hold the mans head down while large paws seek to press against his back and hold him to the floor before he can retaliate....

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