As an unspoken rule, Tetradore didn't actually purchase any of the vehicles that filled the cargo ship. They were, in some fashion or another, his conquests. They were stolen from those who perceived themselves as better and in a childish fashion, he enjoyed obtaining them if only because Risque herself tended to collect them. It was silly really, he knew he wasn't actually acquiring them from the vampire that had so ruined much of his life and yet, the ritual had somehow steadfast from the Lamborghini to their newest acquisition of the SSC Ultimate....and yet...here Tetradore stood, in a dealership. There was a small scowl on his features as he stood under the bright fluorescent lights, waiting for his sales representative to come back with the agreement from whoever that the number they'd decided on was adequate. He had considered stealing the vehicle that sat innocently in front of him - but it had proven....difficult. There were exactly twenty five in the entirety of the country and this particular one was taken away from the show floor to be placed under lock and key every night. It wasn't impossible to take but the sheer low numbers within the city limits alone certainly made it harder to keep. It was for that reason alone that Tetradore had effectively wasted half of his day on a singular motorcycle.

Everything about the motorcycle, however, was perfect. It was the fastest on the market, it's sleek design was created entirely for aerodynamics, the engine was based off of Formula One racecars and it could beat the Bugatti Veyron in a drop of a hat. Clearly, it had to be his. However, the very nature of a motorcycle itself, of this particular motorcycle, was that it was meant to be ridden by one person alone. He'd known well how much Tobias would protest to that and so he hadn't told him - or anyone for that matter. Still, his emerald eyes slowly followed the neon green accents of the bike, admiring it in his own sort of way. The gaze shifted abruptly at the sound of dress shoes moving across the tiled floors, the man beaming at him in a way that clearly told his price had been accepted. They looked startled when Tetradore had handed them a suitcase of cash but an hour later and the keys to the bike were in his hands.

Suffice to say, the trip back to the Ark was rather....exhilarating. He pushed the bike a bit further then he should have, going sufficiently over the speed limit and weaving effortlessly through the traffic of downtown before truly testing the limits of it in the warehouse district. By the time he had returned to the Ark, his legs ached ever so slightly but he could say that he had sufficiently enjoyed himself. It was relatively....rare that the man should be in such a good mood. He took the steps two at a time, taking the helmet off his head and letting it dangle from his fingertips as he made his way towards the room, pausing only when he noticed his bedroom door option. That in itself wasn't incredibly strange but his sister's voice echoing from within was. His eyebrows furrowed as he stepped within the room, his eyebrows rising ever so slightly as he took in the sight of what his bedroom had turned into. It was almost like Tobi's room - overtaken with toys and yet there was his sibling and his niece and nephew curled up on the floor....ish. "Er..." He started before he could stop himself, entirely unsure of what to do with this scenario. After all, even if he wanted to be a good uncle, Tetradore was relatively...new to this whole....children....thing. It wasn't as if Risque let babies run around the dance club. Not to mention he'd only just begun to really get over his own feelings of them but months prior. Still, he hadn't forgotten his promise to help try to teach Tobias how to be a good father and so, instead, it was this which he focused on now. "Does Tobi know they are here yet?" He inquired, stepping within the room to put his newly purchased helmet on the desk in the adjoining room, the man shrugging off the black leather jacket and gloves that had only just too become part of his wardrobe. He glanced back at his sibling on the floor, waiting for some sort of response.