For several moments still the gangly deviant continues to stare towards his curly-haired companion, that fathomless black of his gaze meeting her own as he so watches each and every lift of her facial features and expression that so dances into place. Tobias a decidedly watchful creature in every sense of the word- that animalistic boy so assessing her reaction to that ribbon he had so proudly donned about his own neck. For all his bravado and indeed for all the confidence and assurance that so turned within him the boy remained entirely determined to please those around him on some level. He was, as any animal, so loath to admit any mistake, any fear, any sense of insecurity and yet to be as those around him tugs at his instincts all the same. Tobias aware on some level that he is surely different, that he is not as the others- his mind so capable of this deduction and yet not of so attempting to rectify it. Whether the boy is indeed capable of reasoning, in any sense, perhaps remains to be seen. His thought process basal, instinctive and yet it is through these daring attempts he is given to learn, attempting to apply that which he has seen to himself as he mimics those around him and so assess each reaction until just that pattern of behaviour can be achieved and recalled. Tobias given to perform a reaction over and over if he is given to learn, even once, that it might so achieve a favourable outcome. This attempt to 'dress up' perhaps the newest of his endeavours. The smile Raven affords him seeing his own lips spread into a sudden grin of delight.

Her hand extends forward then, pushing that mop of untidy black hair aside, such thick locks so desperately in need of being cut and yet truly the boy refuses to allow anyone, even Tetradore or Birdie herself anywhere near him with anything he perceives to be so threatening as a pair of scissors. He allows her touch all the same however, the boy doing as he had so learned to do when her lips brushed against his own- kissing her back gently before that look of delight so touched his features once more at her assurance she would go out as he intended. His smile brightening all the more at her words, assuring him he looked good with the going out ribbon tied about his neck- her question as to just why the ribbon was required however sees his own head tilt ever so slightly in contemplation.

"Because....boys wear.....ribbons."

It is a decidedly simple answer and yet no less true, Tobias assured that this is a process to be followed, the boy pleased with his efforts in so dressing himself this evening as Birdie takes his hand, that momentary pressure upon it seeming to calm him before he steps abruptly forward, content to pull Birdie right along with him. One hand reaches to open the door, the deviant boy ignoring Jackal and his protests entirely as he moves to pull his mate along with him and down those stairs, Tobias weaving in and out of the crowd though most readily part from him. His prowess within those fighting rings assuring the majority of the Were population were unwilling to meet his gaze directly, respecting too that claim he held over the woman beside him. It is only once they reach the doorway to the Ark, stepping out and into the darkness that Tobias pauses grin still in place as he regards his companion now.

"Out. Out to.....place that is.....for dates. I know it."

That there is in fact a place for dates, a place Tobias clearly knows of remains to be seen- the bare-footed boy wearing his creatively tied 'ribbon' moving to step forward again, his hand still in the woman's own as he leads her now, wandering easily up the street and alongside the harbour. He is hardly hurried, his long stride purposely slowed to prevent the woman from having to run to keep up- Tobias diligently following that ocean water until it suddenly travelled upward and more inland to form the river a part of it flowed from, Tobias stepping down and onto the bank- the boy so clearly having been here before as he navigates his path, following that river into the thicker trees and away from warehouses and cars and boats and people. He is focused so diligently on this task, muttering to himself as he does, stepping over small logs and undergrowth with Birdie in his wake before he so finally seems to reach the place he is so determined to show her- that small clearing beside the river.

"This is...the place for dates."

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