The woman's assurance that she was, in fact, proud of him momentarily seemed to lessen the deviants boys outrage at the entire situation, his features turned towards her own as he allows himself a momentary grin in response to this afforded praise. He is, despite himself, almost desperate to please in most situations, those he is given to hold some affection for or apply some value too possessing some meaning within his existence and as such it is from these selected few he seeks to be rewarded in most cases. Raven's assurance thereby sees his features shift into the mimic of a smile in the very least, some attempt to express his own pleasure in such a thing before he allows the woman to lead him away and towards the food he has been promised. His attention shifts only once more, turning back at the sound of the splash, eyes narrowed upon the ride attendant now as the man flounders about in the water and the young man merely finds his eyes narrowed once more, fathomless dark gaze returned to Birdie's own.

"I did not....do it."

That he believes, surely, that he is about to be blamed for the man's sudden slip into the pool remains to be seen, Tobias perhaps often blamed for such incidences if only because he is, more often then not, given to cause them. This time however the lanky deviant is assured he is not the cause, dark gaze returning back to the woman before they continue on and towards the inside. He is content to allow Birdie to hold his hand, the continual motion of her thumb brushing over his own seeming to please him all the same as they move through the throng of people. Crowds, truly, seem to have little effect on the boy, the lanky leopard hardly seeming to hold as much disdain for them as either Birdie or Tetradore. He is discontent with the touch of strangers and yet by this same token he has become used to the often oppressive crowds within the ark and the swell of people amassing around him after each victory. Within the world of Were however the rules remain all the same, the crowd content to part when he walks, affording the dominant male his space and as such the boy had perhaps come to accept them, else tolerate them. Aboard the boat however the rules seem vastly changed, precious few within the crowd moving in an effort to accommodate either himself or his companion, eyes narrowed with dislike once more, unable to comprehend perhaps, that humans did not operate with the same beliefs nor instantly perceive his higher status.

It is fortunate perhaps, that Birdie is content to thrust a plate into his hands, dark eyes looking with confusion at the empty plate, gaze frowning in some effort to understand just how it was so that others were managing to get food onto their plates, long limbs moving to trail after Birdie, coming to stand beside her as his dark gaze roams across the gathering of food with clear delight. For several moments the boy is content to watch his companion, nodding to her assurance that he too, desires to try before reaching abruptly out to grasp a chicken. That he is, ideally, supposed to take only the parts of the chicken already carved up remains to be seen, Tobias instead reaching for one of the whole chickens waiting to be cut up from within the centre, using his hands to drag it onto his plate before reaching for a whole fish in much the same manner, placing it atop the chicken that takes up the vast majority of his plate. One male guest content to comment that it was nice to see a man eating a man sized meal before striding off, Tobias merely staring after him before moving to follow Birdie back to the table. Cutlery, it seems, is an entirely optional occurrence- Tobias proceeding to pick up the entire chicken- biting into it as one bites into a sandwich- several people looking on with varying mixes of amusement and horror before one couple shifts slightly close, few seats left within the dining hall. The husband moving to look towards Birdie now.

Might we join you? There are no tables left.

Tobias, for his part, is content to ignore the couple entirely as they seat themselves, there own far smaller portions nibbled on with distinct care, both struggling not to stare at the shaggy-haired man beside them whom was content to demolish an entire chicken, the crack and snap of bones echoing throughout the hall.

Do you....er.....holiday often with your...husband?

The woman's voice rang out as her husband moved to reach for the salt in the centre of the table, Tobias content to eye the reaching hand with clear disdain, his own hand moving to abruptly slap it- the husband rapidly withdrawing it back to himself, eyes wide with shock, an irritable huff sounding from Tobias all the same- the boy clearly having perceived that the man may well have been attempting to steal his fish....

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