This new game, this Bingo game, is a delightful game.

He does not understand that there is a construct of rule or order, that he is supposed to mark only the numbers being called, Tobias merely having deduced that the game involved waiting for the man to speak and then choosing a book to colour before shouting bingo whenever the mood should strike him to do so- the single word resulting in a flurry of activity and attention each and every time he was given to do it. Thus the delight. That he is not playing the game correctly, that he is not even close, remains entirely to be seen, the old couple seated with them merely having come to accept that Tobias perhaps enjoyed inventing his own game, neither seeing any need to correct the boy further. Raven shifting suddenly closer briefly sees the young man look upward, dark eyes meeting her own as she moves to kiss his cheek, a grin rapidly taking hold of his features at such a gesture before that mop of black hair tumbles back into his gaze and he returns to colouring every square with a renewed vigour. Her words however, see him look up once more, the boy conditioned, to an extent, to look at Birdie when she spoke, if only because he finds her voice pleasing, soothing and of genuine interest even despite his inability to understand it and all the words she offered. He frowns slightly as she moves to trace her finger across the page, attempting to explain the game. Numbers and letters are decidedly foreign to him, he cannot read, cannot write, not beyond his own name and even then he was apt to misspelling, the scrawls on the card meaning little to him. That a line must be completed in order to win, however, seems to hold far more meaning. He adores lines, delights in following them and yet why they simply cannot draw the required lines at will are outside his understanding.

"Too....many numbers."

His complaint is more of a mutter truly, an irritable huff, the boy prone to impatience when he should choose to be as such, unwilling to wait for the man to call out the numbers, desiring to merely colour them as he sees fit. It is Birdie's explanation alone that halts him, the fractured man making some attempt if only in an effort to please his girlfriend as he does. Raven moves to point to the spoken number, Tobias proceeding to colour in the square as Maureen leans towards Raven once more.

You will make a wonderful Mother one day.

Her hand merely moves to pat Raven's shoulder kindly before the host announces another number, Tobias looking towards her once more, waiting for the girl to point, this number further away from where he desires it to be, one finger moving to point at the number thirty two and the only number missing from his line.

"Make him say.....this one!"

Another number sees Tobias look hopefully towards her once more, assured that this must surely be the number, Raven moving to point again at a square he has no desire to colour as a growl rises readily in his throat. Raven's version of playing is decidedly less amusing then his own, another number called and another- before a woman across the room suddenly shouts Bingo, Tobias head jerking upward as his gaze narrows in ready disdain. He is a decidedly poor loser, indeed he is a fairly poor winner when given the chance and yet that another has been allowed to say Bingo before him is an evidently shocking thing. The host moves to check the woman's card, declaring her a winner moments later as an assistant rushes forward to hand her a wrapped box prize, Tobias' eyes widening slightly, displeased he has been denied such a prize.

"This is....a stupid game."

The boy moves to stand abruptly, long limbs carrying him easily across the floor and towards the prize table, his bingo card still in hand, dark eyes taking a moment to browse the offered boxes before simply selecting one- evidently of the opinion he is deserving of a prize regardless.

Hey there buddy, not for you.

The host's voice remains pleasant, a waitress attempting to take the box off him, Tobias abruptly handing her his bingo card as he had seen the other woman do, assured that this is somehow valid for a prize only to see the waitress stare at him in confusion. For his part, the leopard is content to take this moment of distraction to simply begin to walk away with his prize, the waitress moving to follow him seeing his own pace quicken until, much to the amusement of most of the room the boy is running with host and waitress in pursuit, Tobias making a dash towards Raven....

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