Tetra's door is never locked. Never. At least- not to him. Yet for the better part of last night the Leopard had found himself unable to get into his companions room, his favoured sleeping place beneath Tetra's bed outside of his reach and as such the disgruntled Leopard had spent much of the evening lingering forlornly outside the man's room in some hope he might be let in. It is only when the sun finally rises that Tetra sees fit to leave his room at last, Tobias lingering within the shadows of the walkway, eyes narrowed briefly upon his semi-clad best friend as the man headed for what habit assures Tobias is the kitchen. It is only when the lanky deviant is assured Tetradore is otherwise occupied that he makes his way rapidly back towards his companions room, bare feet silent on the floor as fathomless dark eyes peer into the gloom from around the door. He has been told of Sam, knows of her existence and yet that Tetradore would lock his door only affirms some level of mystery to the boy, his fractured mind decidedly intrigued by the girl still so fast asleep in the mans bed. He can smell her. For a moment the boy simply lingers, head tilted and turned like a curious puppy, lashings of untamed black hair falling into his equally dark gaze. He is well and truly in need of a haircut and yet no member of his pack, nor any member of the staff were willing to dare upset the boy- even Nadya having dismissed such a task.

He moves forward softly, silently, one clawed hand reaching down to grasp his long, fluffy golden tail- Tobias more often than not content to exist as neither human nor animal, the boy one of the few capable of shifting only parts of himself as he desires. Today he is content with his claws, his tail and the Leopard-ears that sit atop his head- the boy the very image of an anime character as he creeps to the very edge of the bed to peer within it.

"Sleeping."

Who he is talking to remains to be seen, Tobias often given to carry out conversations with a myriad of beings only he is given to see and yet a huff of sorts parts his lips all the same. He can sent Tetradore upon her, knows readily that she is his property and as such outside his ability to harm, after all, it would displease his chosen Alpha if something were to happen to his belonging and yet his curiosity exists all the same. The boy bends down easily, hands reaching beneath Tetradore's bed to quietly drag out a box of farm animals, the space beneath his companions bed having long been a storage area for a myriad of Tobias' treasures- a cache Tetradore is content to force him to clean out at least once a year or whenever it is either man is required to present anyone with a gift. Tobias, after all, is often taken with shiny objects, the amount of stolen jewellery beneath the bed having assured neither man has had to buy a gift for any girl in rather a long time (what the girls don't know never hurts). For now however it is the farm animals alone he chooses, the boy moving to seat himself upon the floor. One animal after the other is selected with due care from the box, the boy meticulously given to place them upon the floor- each animal turned to face the bed and the girl herself. He works with diligent silence, utterly oblivious to the absurdity of his behaviour, the animals arranged in a bizarre array of shapes- every akin to what appears to be crop circles covering the floor of Tetradore's room until the boy runs out of animals. A veritable army of plastic farmyard creatures in elaborate patterns facing the unfortunate sleeping girl. Tobias content to mutter to himself as he works.

He pauses at last in his efforts, tall, lanky form stepping carefully across the floor to bring himself back to the bed, assuring himself the girl is still sleeping before he abruptly moves to seat himself upon the edge of bed itself. He is intensely curious of this creature, this girl Tetradore has claimed as his own and yet he is volatile being, his moods dangerously prone to change, the boy seeming to waver between something playful and something perhaps a little less so as it is he attempts to decide whether to like the sleeping woman or otherwise. He shifts once more, moving to abruptly lay himself down beside the girl, long form stretching out beside her, blocking any attempt she might make to leap out of the bed as he simply....watches her sleep. It is only as she begins to stir that his features shift, eyes narrowing slightly, his face mere inches from her own as her eyes finally open.

"You....are in.......my spot."

His words are fractured, broken, each syllable a clear struggle as he attempts to force the sentence from his lips, continuing to lie beside the girl all the same, leaning upon one elbow with relaxed ease, head resting in his palm in a manner decidedly boyish. That his behaviour is bizarre has clearly never occurred to him, the mind of Tobias so unlike any other.

"Today.....the......cows are....maybe....sad I think."

What he is talking about is entirely for her to decide, the man gesturing briefly to the army of farm animals behind him before his gaze narrows back upon the woman. He is far more animal then man, sense readily extended, assessing each and every subtle reaction the woman might be content to offer him.

"Did you....find the.....spider crabs?"

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