It was rare indeed that the deviant boy was ever found within any state of rest. More often than not the lanky creature was given to pace about the Ark at all hours of the day and night, often falling asleep wherever he fell when it seemed he could simply stay awake no longer. Tonight, at least, he had achieved something almost normal in that he had fallen asleep within his hammock and beside his mate- Tobias content to alternate between his place beside the curly-haired woman and the rug upon Tetradore's floor or beneath the bed of his Alpha. The man so eternally seeming to favour this place though why indeed remained a mystery to even the creature himself. Some part of the shaggy haired creature is dimly aware of movement within the room- that distinctly animalistic side to his form forever alert. After all, he is protective by design and possessive by nature of those he deems his own- the very ark itself fixated within his mind as a possession all his own along with each member within it. He stirs lightly, shifting against his companion, that thick haze of sleep already beginning to lift before the muzzle of the panther presses against him, rousing him from that thin veil of sleep.

It takes barely a moment for those dark eyes to flutter open, the youthful features of the boy frowning slightly as his mind seems to process the cat before him before his companions command so seems to see him waken entirely- Tobias detangling himself readily from the sleeping woman. He is, after all, so entirely ready to obey his companions command as he is no other- the boy holding a desire to please Tetra in some sense. After all, he has spent so many years beside his companion, their communication so often effortless when it is so many others struggle so desperately to commune with the deviant boy at all. Tobias had, however, been content to trail after the panther since their earliest of days, a metaphorical shadow for the man in all he did and indeed the prospect of being needed is one that seems to delight the boy. It takes barely a moment for the boy to pad towards the unholy pile of clothing upon his floor, long fingers pilfering a shirt from the pile before pulling it on and over his head- the jeans he had slept within remaining in place. No one yet managing to convince the boy to sleep in anything other than the pants he so often chose to wear for most of the day. The notion of washing his clothes, it would seem, a far too difficult a task for one whose mind was so rarely given to perceive even the most basic of situations.

It is only now, his shirt in place, Tobias doing just as Nadya and Birdie so seemed to demand of him each day- dressing himself to at least some extent- that barefooted boy moves to trail after his companion and out of the room- remaining entirely silent. After all, Tetra is silent and as such Tobias merely seeks to mimic his companion now. Waiting until they reach the hallway and a place Tobias is assured is often used for talking before his head tilts softly to the side, lashings of wild, untamed dark hair tumbling into his gaze.

"What are....we doing?"

Those stuttered lyrics are soft, whispering an entirely new talent of the man and yet one most of the Ark was surely pleased he had mastered as he continues to follow the panther, that cunning mind so entirely curious now as he falls so effortlessly into place beside his favoured companion. Quite content to follow anywhere he led- the boys delight in such an adventure surely clear from the grin upon his features.

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