The man standing opposite them was beginning to sweat. The beat of his heart rapidly increasing until that near predatory instinct within the spotted deviant was positively drooling over that fear that near dripped from his prey's pores. Tobias' tail lashed at his sides, those golden eyes fixated upon the older, blonde man as he wiped at his brow, his pale hair darkened with that very sweat and yet he continued to keep up that act. As if he was the one in control and not the emerald eyed man and the lanky leopard who circled around that small group. Those words the man sputtered were all but lost on the boy. Those apologies for missing shipments and unexplained changes to funds meaning little to his fractured mind even despite Tetradore's simple explanation to him some hours before. This man was stealing from them- he said. Stashing extra product and selling them at a higher price on the side, keeping that money for himself. Tobias hardly cared. He understood the word 'stealing' and yet such a thing was hardly relevant in any sense. The spotted leopard having sensed Tetradore's displeasure and that subtle thrum of adrenaline and purpose that existed within his most treasured of companions. That alone had been enough to excite the leopard. Tobias relishing in that fear Tetradore seemed capable of insighting in others with his presence alone, Tobias content to merely fulfil his own role in that moment by looping those slow, languid circles around the pair. The blonde man growing more and more fearful of that circling cat.

His shoulder brushed occasionally against Tetradore's lower leg in that subtle show of camaraderie that only further unsettled the man opposite them. That lanky jungle cat attuned to his emerald-eyed Alpha alone, Tobias aware of each shift of each muscle within his chosen Leader. The boy merely awaiting that command. For that subtlest sign he might be allowed to have the nervous man before them. Talking bored him. Apologies irritated him. Those words little more then sounds his mind held no interest in seeking. The slightest tone of irritation seemed to find Tetra's voice then, that growl rising within his own throat in response, setting that blonde man stuttering all over again. Tetradore and Tobias' own reputations were decidedly well known. Enough that this mere 'show' alone seemed to be enough to totally destabilize this man whom had wronged them. As if he feared what they might do. More of those words were exchanged. The barest flick of Tetradore's hand seeing the spotted cat circle back to his side. Tobias content in his role of the veritable 'muscle' here and now and yet- that blonde man was leaving. Scurrying away from them as Tetra dismissed him. Tobias' own gaze turned questioningly up towards him as an irritable chuff left his lips and yet- that unspoken question still lingered. Tobias so hardly needing to voice what he desired in that moment. The pair had been together so long such words were hardly needed. That subtle nod from Tetradore given a moment later.

Tobias' form lunged forward. That roar ripped from his throat to echo throughout the abandoned warehouse that had been the scene of that meeting. Any inch of bravado that retreating man had possessed was all but abandoned as his screams rang out. The blonde man breaking into a sprint as Tobias closed that distance between the pair like a veritable freight train. Tetradore would be displeased if the man was harmed and yet- Tobias enjoyed that chase all the same. In making them scream. In making him run from them like the prey he was. Tobias content to chase the screaming man from the warehouse and down that dockyard for several more feet before at last circling away to lope back to his companion. That shift overcome him a moment later as he slowed. That snickering laughter parting his lips as he strode back through that door left ajar.

"Run.....run......run.....then screams....like girl."

Another hissing snicker parted his lips, Tetradore's own amusement only further delighting the boy as he reached for that pair of jeans he had tossed to the floor some time ago. Tobias pulled them into place before scampering to Tetra's side once more as the pair headed back toward that favoured blue car. Tobias was quick to take his place in that passenger seat. A place he was assured was his alone forever and for always. The rumbling purr of that engine readily saw his hands clap together in a fashion almost delighted. The boy mimicking that engine sound for several moments as Tetra settled himself in that drivers seat and the car pulled back out and onto the road.

"Man not.....steal again?"

He hardly understood the complexities of that situation beyond Tetradore's assurance the man had been stealing from them to begin with. His mind content to seek that equally simple response on whether or not that problem had been solved- his dark gaze lingering upon his best friend for several moments before returning to the road ahead with clear delight as they made their way back to the Ark. That drive was hardly long in any sense. The still shirtless deviant content to follow after his companion as they made their way back inside once that car was parked. Those stuttered words struggling free off his lips once more.

"When do we....get to.....beatdown....on....people again?"

This, it seemed, was one of Tobias' favoured activities. Lashings of that wild dark hair fell into his eyes as Raven suddenly appeared from that kitchen, his voice falling silent again. Even despite his often inability to follow any sort of rule the feline was distinctly well aware that those things he did with Tetra were 'secret' and that Raven would only be 'sad' to know about them. Beatdowns, he was sure, were not for girls. Tobias eyed his mate with curiosity then as she approached with this promise of games. His gaze flicked toward Tetra as if searching for the appropriate reaction before making some effort to mimic the man's expression as they followed Raven into that kitchen. Tobias eyeing that setup with a wary curiosity once more. His gaze narrowed upon that coloured water as if a part of him feared Raven might attempt to pour it on him.

His features continued to frown then as the curly-haired woman made some attempt to explain that process, his eyes flicking from that egg to the dye and back again before that egg circle was handed to him and Raven moved to place her own egg in that teal colour before proceeding to draw on it. That look of bewilderment clear upon his features still. This not at all the sort of game he had played before and yet he was....unwilling to displease his mate. One hand lifted to point to those eggs then.

"Are they.....for eating?"

Whether or not they could be eaten, it seemed, was of critical importance to the boy. Tobias continuing to eye that water with measured disdain, even coloured as it was. He reached near hesitantly for his own egg then, that white egg rolled about in his hands for several moments before being ever so nervously dropped into that red dye. His hands were snatched quickly away before any of those splashes could reach him. Tobias proceeding to hold that egg circle toward Tetra now.

"Need Tetra to....get it out.....otherwise it.....might get me."

His attention remained near fixated upon that egg as Tetradore fished it from the dye for him. That once white egg now bright red. His head tilted in a clear fascination off that very process. The boy glanced at both his companions once more before that entire egg was abruptly shoved ungracefully into his mouth. As if this was right where it belonged. That sudden command to spit it out saw his gaze turn to Tetradore once more, Tobias meeting his eyes for several long moments in that battle of wills before the egg was equally ungracefully spat back onto the table. Tobias as unwilling as ever to test his Alphas authority. Tetradore the one being the boy did not question. Saliva ran freely from that spat-out egg as Tobias' arms folded across his chest, irritated grumbling echoing from him then. The deviant reached for those stickers, inspired it seemed, by Ravens decoration efforts, before peeling one off and sticking it to the side of the egg, only to watch it run back down, unable to stick from tha saliva now coating it. The boy blinked several times in bafflement before attempting to stick another and another- that snicker of amusement echoing from him once more. This, it seemed, a somehow delightful activity....

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