It is that praise, small and perhaps insignificant though it is that sees a grin work it's way upon his features once more, the boy very near beaming at his companions assurance that his tie looked distinctly nice- that deviant creature so seeming to very near absorb even this momentary praise from the object of his affection. It was important in some sense, on some level, that Raven so approved of his efforts in this. That deviant boy so rarely paying any heed to anyone or anything, the opinions of those around him failing to afflict the young man in any true fashion and yet for tonight it would seem it was...important. Tobias determined to be as the others, to be like Tetra or Jackel or any of the other boys within the Ark. He had seen them, time and again, making some effort to dress themselves, to wrap those ribbons around their necks and take their females companions out. How much of such a thing the man truly understands remains to be seen, Tobias, for now, merely seeking to imitate what he had seen from the others in some attempt to do what he believes is surely required of him. He wanted his mate to be as the other girls, to look as....happy as they had to go to that place that was for dates that Tobias seems so assured he has found. Those twisted, broken thoughts so having seemed to have made some understanding in this. That the boys in ties so took their women out, the girls so often returning looking entirely pleased, Tobias having come to understand the expression of this emotion and it is that, it seems, he is so seeking tonight. The boy seeming to desire, for once, Birdie's own......happiness. Such a thing, in a way, very near the first truly selfless act the boy had ever so attempted to perform.

He moves to lead her from the Ark then, his hand taking her own, content to very near pull her along as he so often did, his exuberance for whatever so ensnared his mind often resulting in the unfortunate woman being tugged behind him though today his lengthy stride pauses- waiting for her to reach his side before continuing to lead the way. There is, he is sure, a place for dates- though why his mind seems so convinced of this remains to be seen. Her evident surprise at just such a place stirs no reaction from him, Tobias often so incapable of those social norms that dictated a response in any fashion, her words simply existing as words his mind saw little need to fully comprehend. His thoughts instead obsessing upon that one and singular goal of so taking the woman to the place he remained determined to reach upon that river bank- his mind focused upon this task alone with a striking determination. His thoughts often inclined to be almost obsessive on occasion before he pulled them further along the bank and at last towards the small, open clearing beside the river- so declaring this the very place for dates- dark eyes turned back upon Raven in that moment, again in search of some assurance this was pleasing on some level, seeking that praise before his features shift readily into that beaming grin of satisfaction. Her question however, sees his features shift in response, frowning slightly in some effort to answer, thoughts struggling to process that collection of words as one hand lifts to run through his hair in a mimic of Tetradore's own response to any sort of internal stress before those fractured words are forced from his lips.

"Because.....the others....told me."

Who the 'others' are remains to be seen entirely, Tobias affording the woman no further explanation before he pulls her towards that soft area of grass, tugging her down to sit beside him upon the bank- the boy making sme effort to fold his gangly legs into a seated position as he had seen so many others do. Tobias assured this sitting together is necessary on some level- the boy continuing to mimic just what he had seen before amongst so many others. Such peace however, is momentary, his features seeming to frown all over again, a disgruntled look finding its way onto his face as he turns to the curly-haired woman beside him.

"We are....supposed to.....have the.....eating."

His head nods in sudden assurance at this fact that dates surely required food- a detail the boy had evidently overlooked until this moment, those fathomless dark eyes momentarily searching the area before focusing upon the water with disdain. An irritated grumble rises within his throat, the boy moving to abruptly lift his tie over his head, passing it to Raven before pulling his shirt off a moment later to place within the girls lap. It takes barely a moment to allow his affinity to extend, Leopard claws shifted into place with ease as the boy stands to place himself upon th very edge of the bank of the river- eyeing the water with an evident nervousness and yet, it seems, for whatever reason he remains determined in his decision. Tobias....surprising on some occasions. The shaggy-haired deviant suddenly launching himself face first into the river. Today it seems, he is entirely capable of swimming. Tobias surfacing but a moment later to scramble hurriedly from the river and onto the bank, hissing and spitting in disdain- his jeans sodden and hair dripping- a rather large fish entirely within this claws. It takes several moments of spluttering before the man at last seems content, bare feet padding over to Raven- holding out the fish with clear delight before allowing it to fall into her lap.

"It is....for you....for eating."

That this is, perhaps, not entirely suitable for a date had failed to occur to him at all. The boy determined food was required and as such he has provided.

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