His excitement was altogether palpable as he moved to drag in that last plastic bag of food and dump it unceremoniously at Tetradore's feet along with that near pile of other bags, each of them near filled to the brim with those heated chinese takeout containers. The scent of the food inside them filling that dining room then. The deviants dark gaze lingered on those containers as Tetra begun to pile them on the table, Tobias reaching down to grasp several in turn. That table very near overflowing with food by the time the pair had laid it out. Very little of that table itself capable of being seen beneath those piles of asian dishes. That such a sheer amount of food was abnormal had hardly occurred to that lanky deviant. Tobias entirely of the pinion that anything and everything tetradore did was eternally correct. The boy having merely listened with curiosity as his emerald-eyed Alpha had become fed up with trying to order from that menu. Tetradore instead promptly ordering at least three of everything that restaurant had. The result so being that veritable chinese buffet that existed before them. Even if several of those dishes were met with something of a scowl from the lanky leopard. The boy content to eye anything that resembled a vegetable with disdain no matter how often Raven or Tetradore himself attempted to conceal those greens upon his plate or beneath some sort of meat gravy.

He waited only so long as it took Tetradore to finish taking the lid off that final dish. Tobias shifting forward to peer into that container only to pluck a single chickens foot from it. His gaze lifting to meet Tetra's own in that moment before that foot was returned to its container, Tobias pushing it off to the side with a huff of sorts. His hands reached out eagerly to take the offered plate from his companion, his gaze turned back towards those doors, the boy curious to see whether or not his own mate would appear for that meal. One that she had not been made to cook, for once. Tobias sure Birdie would be pleased to see that food they had gotten for themselves. The boy oblivious to how overzealous they had been in that moment. The barefooted man easily took up his seat beside Tetra's own, pushing his plate forward for his companion to pile that food upon it in the same fashion as he did his own. Both men entirely capable of eating significantly more then anyone truly gave them credit for despite their fit, toned appearances.

Cutlery, it seemed, was still something of a forbidden item for the deviant. Tetradore passing him that plastic spoon and yet that object was merely turned about curiously within his hands before being laid to the side. Tobias plucking that piece of black bean beef from his piled plate with his fingers before proceeding to near inhale it. Several more pieces of beef following only moments later before his attention turned to that honey chicken. Several pieces put aside for Raven. His mate the only being he was willing to save food for. It was several moments still before those dark eyes fell only Tetradore once more. Tobias near notorious for pilfering from the other man's plate when the best of his food was eaten. The boy so eyeing those Dim Sims on his best friend plate before lifting to point towards them.

"Does Tetra....want to play....a game?"

Whether or not the man did hardly seemed to matter. That bizarre grin attempting to find his features then as he reached forward to pluck a Dim Sim from Tetra's plate, holding it momentarily upward.

"See if.....can catch with....teeth. Then get.....thirty hundred points!"

He waited barely a moment for his companion to understand that stuttered attempt at assigning points to that game. His inability to count surely clear in that moment before that Dim Sim was tossed at tetradore's head- only for the Alpha to catch it in his mouth. Tobias clapping his hands eagerly before prompting Tetradore to throw one for him. His dark eyes readily watching that piece of food before neatly aligning himself to catch it in turn. Tobias pausing to glance at that door again. Even his fractured mind capable of understanding that Raven would hardly approve of their throwing food. food , Birdie said, was for eating. Not for throwing. Another Dim Sim was easily thrown and caught then. Tobias pushing his chair further away from the table to increase that distance required and further improve that game before the sound of someone else readily saw his head jerk. His mind rapidly attempting to place that familiar scent.

"Pretty!"

That name he had always held for Alexis easily fell from his lips then. Tobias, perhaps surprisingly, holding no aggression towards that vixen. He knew her, after all. He liked her. The sudden feel of that pack bond so connecting that Beta to his new pack mate readily saw that surprise find his features. His head tilting slightly before that look seemed to vanish altogether. Tobias so glancing toward Tetradore once more, meeting the man's gaze a moment before reaching for that container set to the side. Tobias leaning over to place it upon that plate that rested before the unfortunate Alexis. That hissing snicker humming from between his lips.

"If....Pretty wants to.....be in pack....for real....Pretty has to eat....all of it."

That lid was easily removed then to reveal those fried chicken feet. The cunning creature to attempting to palm off that food neither Tetradore nor himself desired. The boy content to pass it off as a pack initiation of sorts.

"Everyone has to....eat the feet."

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