It is very near the third hour the lanky deviant had so spent within his room- the door firmly closed, Tobias so having refused to admit anyone, not even Birdie herself, for any of those three hours. The boy having, it would seem, decided the vast majority of the Ark, for whatever reason, were unacceptable to him this evening. He had been irritable for the better part of the night. Today simply a 'bad' day for the man. Tobias so prone on occasion to fall into those patterns of volatility, his outbursts so often short and yet this one seemed to drag on and on- the man so inexplicably annoyed with any and everyone this evening. Refusing even to take part in the ring fights, merely storming to his room upon Jackals attempts to encourage him further- the boy hissing and spitting in his wake before slamming the door. His bare feet continued to pad across the floor, very near walk a track into those floorboards from his irritable pacing- words muttered over and over upon his lips. The boy, at least seemingly so, well within the grasp of madness this evening, those ever-dark eyes flicking about the room as he continues to mutter. He is aware of Jackal upon the other side of the door so trying to coax him out, head tilted slightly at the sound of the man leaving at last. A huff pulled from his lips before the boy returns to his work- knotting that fabric over and over several times, pausing to so examine himself within the bathroom mirror- his understanding of reflections decidedly limited as it is- the man eyeing that image of himself with decided suspicion before at last seeming to decide he is pleased with himself. That glorious grin pulling at his features, hands clapping together in delight a moment later.

The sudden sound of someone at his door yet again sees those dark eyes cut sideways, assured Jackal had returned. Tobias entirely content to ignore the man and yet his overly alert senses have already detected that soft and decidedly feminine odour that belonged to Birdie herself. Jacakl, it seemed, having gone to fetch the woman in some final effort to drag the deviant from his room. His head tilts once more, listening to the delicate sounds of the curly-haired woman before her hand knocks against the wood. The belligerent creature very near seeming as if he might ignore her too before his features seem to soften, fathomless dark eyes seeming to lose that wild edge as he so strides towards the door. Unlocking it at last and swinging it open- only long enough to so grasp his mates arm and so tug her within the room- shutting the door well before the unfortunate Jackal might be given to say any such words at all. That lock flicked across a moment later. Tobias almost seeming to enjoy the little Mexican man's pounding upon the other side. A look of clear amusement dancing upon his features before those dark eyes fixate upon Raven once more. Why his behaviour tonight is nothing short of erratic remains to be seen, his fingers noting together in a mimic of Raven's own nervous gesture and yet whether to boy is truly nervous or simply performs the movement is entirely unknown, his features frowning again- speaking before his companion can be given the chance to.

"I want to.....go.....out like....the others."

What on earth this means is surely unclear, dark eyes resting upon his mates own now, Tobias proceeding then to gesture to the decidedly out of place tie he had so apparently decided to wear for this evening. That fabric, pilfered from Tetradore's truly limited formal wear having been tied about in all sorts of knots (an effort that had surely taken at least 3 hours of his time to perfect) in some effort, it would seem, to be like the others. He had seen Tetradore and Samantha, he had seen couples in the park, he had seen even Jackal on those evenings he went away dress himself in such a fashion before taking a woman out. Some part of the deviant boy so seeming to have decided that it is just this that he desires to do with Raven. His irritation tonight so the result of attempting to do something he simply does not understand and yet that he was so assured he had achieved in having managed to hang that knotted tie about himself.

"I am....wearing the.....ribbon so we....have to go out."

Out to where remains to be seen. Tobias determined in this. Assured that dressed in such a fashion, barefoot and clothed in jeans and a shirt with a knotted tie is surely the appropriate attire and yet few would be brave enough to tell him otherwise. Dark eyes resting upon Birdie now. A question upon his lips that, perhaps, he never truly had ask before despite their well-known relationship- tousled black locks of hair tumbling boyishly into his gaze.

"Will you....go out with...me?"

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