Tobias' own camouflage-themed controller was fitted snugly within his hands, the decidedly deranged creature seeming to possess something of a talent, truly, for video games of any sort- his own fingers moving effortlessly across the controls, guiding his own character with far more grace then he managed to guide himself within the real world. His mind, somehow, so readily seeming to understand games- sharp eyes relishing those quick, sharp motions and the endless stream of violence he was so allowed to unleash. His own character rode easily atop its own dinosaur beside his companions, Tobias long ago having lost any interest in the true names of the creatures, the boy tending to refer to them purely by appearance and as such the man had so taken to referring to his own mount as Angry Spikes. Tetradore's assurance that he had spied a T-rex sees the boys own dark eyes narrow, his character halted, shifting to move behind Tetradore's own and so uptake that position that had assured them so many victories in the past. Tobias content to allow his character to provide cover for Tetradore's own as this question of spears see the boy bring up his own inventory to eye it critically for a moment.

"I have...fifty hundred."

He announces but a moment later, the amount surely far less than that and yet is inability to write, let alone read, assured the boy hardly holds a talent for numbers either. His character moves readily to follow Tetradore's all the same, the gangly deviants attention fixated entirely upon the game before him, the giant carnivore within the game only having just noticed their approach when Tetradore so suddenly pauses. Dark eyes glance down to the man resting upon his own leg, lips parting to so demand as to why their game had been halted when Raven's voice so finds his own mind- the boys features contorted into a scowl of sorts. He is so entirely willing to come when Raven should call him and yet, here and now, the boy is far more content to ignore the summons of his mate. The Leopard a distinctly volatile creature when he should choose to be, the man unwilling to relinquish such cherished time with his companion, the pair rarely afforded these moments to themselves. The muttered words of his brother are heard all the same, his own shaggy head tilting slightly to the side before he speaks.

"Maybe we....did not hear?"

The stuttered lyrics are no sooner free of his lips then Tetradore begins to move, a huff of disdain released from within him before he moves to place his controller atop the couch, his own bare feet so dutifully following his most beloved of companions out and into the hall. The sudden change within the air is hardly lost upon the boy, his hair near rising with that abrupt chill, confusion entirely upon his features as the dark of his gaze meets his companions own atop the landing. Tetradore's exclamation of the temperature seeing the boy mimic his Leader in that moment and move to rub at his own lanky arms in some effort to display that he too, surely felt that cold. The words Tetra offered however, were stored readily within the boys mind as they moved to descend the stairs and stride towards his own Birdie and a blonde woman seated at the table- the package within her hands so instantly capturing the deviant's attention. He is, in this, so decidedly like a child- his attention held specifically on just this object before the dark of his eyes move to so rest upon the woman beneath his shaggy mane of tousled hair. His own towering form shifts, moving to mimic Tetradore's stance, arms folding across his chest as he positions himself beside both his chosen Alpha and his mate, features rearranging to mirror Tetra's own as he regards the woman. A frown of sorts overtaking him once more, a sudden hiss of annoyance seeming to rise within him before those fractured, broken words come.

"We do....not like the....fucking cold. Girl....not do again or.....I throw....into water and then....you will be....fucking cold."

His own power lashes out mere moments later- seizing hers, working actively against it to manipulate the cold from the air and return it to a far more pleasing temperature before abruptly releasing it. Tobias satisfied with his work, gaze glancing towards Tetradore if only to assure himself he had so pleased the man he shadowed. His use of such cuss words so evidently borrowed from the very man himself as they were muttered only moments ago, Tobias, in this moment, attempting to keep his gaze from Birdie's own lest she seek to scold him for it. His threat, however, was entirely true. The boy hardly capable of making idle threats in any sense of the word.

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