The roar of the crowd sees the deviant boy lean forward atop his throne, lashings of black hair falling readily into his gaze as he does, dark eyes widening at the spectacle below as his hands clap together excitedly. He enjoys the carnage, the scent of blood, the adrenaline that seems to permeate the air along with the energy he alone can feel thrumming beneath the beings gathered below. He is alone on his throne tonight, Tetradore having retired to deal with the 'papers' that Tobias never truly understands. He has tried to help, moving the papers about Tetra's desk, frowning at them, tossing them as Tetra so often seemed to do and yet he fails to perceive the game at all, the papers rarely doing anything the leopard deems entertaining and as such he has remained atop the viewing platform- Tetradore's chair occupied, instead, by Charles. For a moment those wild dark eyes turn towards the fluffy white toy dog, its fur already a darkened shade of grey and brown, the result of Tobias continuing to drag it about by the purple collar and leash it had come with, the pink bow atop its once-white head seeming to indicate it is surely a female dog and yet Tetradore had presented it to him as a male- assured him its name was Charles and as such Tobias had accepted this gift unflinchingly. In return he had relinquished the toaster, Tobias having dragged it about for several weeks, much to the disdain of most of the Ark, Tetradore having finally convinced him to release it only upon the acquisition of Charles. Tobias now rarely apart from his favoured toy.

"Did you.....like it?"

Those fractured, broken words are spoken entirely to the dog, Tobias nodding suddenly, as if Charles had provided an answer before the next set of fighters entered the ring, the boy moving to lean forward and peer down to the floor below once more in ready anticipation. The sudden appearance of Jackal beside him momentarily sees the boys attention shift, a hiss of dissatisfaction spat towards the little Mexican, Tobias often content to be....irritable without Tetradore's presence and yet Jackal is surely used to such things, recovering quickly. They are asking for you down in the second ring, they want to see you fight, need a partner though and Tetra will not fight tonight, do you want to take up the challenge anyway?. If he understands what Jackal is saying he hardly displays it, staring blankly towards Jackal, the man attempting to repeat it several times before Tobias abruptly turns away from him- Charles dragged upon his little wheels unceremoniously behind.

The gangly young man pauses briefly outside Tetradores office, Birdie and his chosen Alpha within, bent over the papers they so seemed to delight in, an irritable snort sounded before the boy simply continued on, Charles' wheels dragging behind as he pauses outside Nadya's room. If Tetra will not play with him and Birdie will not play with him then he will simply find the next available person- Nadya his unfortunate choice tonight. One hand presses easily against her bedroom door, evidently oblivious to any notion that he should knock, bare feet striding within, ripped jeans and torn shirt billowing from his lanky frame as those dark eyes find the woman readily beneath that mop of hair- Charles hauled along behind him. He is desperately in need of a haircut and yet precious few are willing to attempt such a feat, even with Tetradore attempting to pin him to the ground, the near-feral boy given to fits of inexplicable violence the moment he is confronted with scissors. His equally potent fear of water assuring he had gone two days already without a shower and yet truly he hardly seemed to notice his own state of constant disarray.

"Naaaaaddy."

It is the same voice he had used as a child, that he had heard an infant Tetradore use when teasing his sister- his mind remembering such a thing well, assured this is the voice and tone to use when best attempting to get something from the woman. Long limbs carry him easily towards the bed where his adopted sibling was reading, Charles scooped up and into his arms before being dumped atop the bed, Tobias scrambling onto the bed a moment later, unable to understand why Nadya may not desire having him in her bed as he sprawls out beside her.

"What is......Naddy....doing?"

Whether he actually cares or even perceives he has asked a question remains to be seen, features shifting into something that is surely supposed to be a grin before the look fades once more, Tobias never truly capable of displaying correct emotions outside of those he has learned to mimic as those dark eyes rest near blankly on her own.

"Naddy....has to....get up.....Jackal...wants her....very important.....business."

Jackal has not asked for the woman at all and yet Tobias is cunning when he chooses to be, seeking to trick Nadya into getting up. After all, if he can get her downstairs he can surely pull her into the ring with him, the boy merely seeking to lure Nadya from her room as he sprawls out only further atop her bed in much the same manner he does when he seeks to drive Tetradore out of his own bed each morning....

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