it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for

A warm chuckle left Tetradore's lips at the very notion of Malia's comparison of the French to house cats. He was certain Matteo would enjoy the analogy, even if he might present the idea with a glimpse of indignation. "Just don't tell a French person that....or a house cat." He informed her with a rare glimpse of amusement upon the man's usually stoic features. That ghost of a simper still remained upon the were-King's features, even at his admittance, that, not only did he have a family, of sorts, in France but too that the French countryside was likely far more to her liking. Those rolling hills, grassy plains, and forested acres had been...strikingly peaceful compared to the hustle and bustle of the metropolis they lived within. That gentle nudge of her shoulder against his caused his emerald eyes to turn towards her, his nose wrinkled ever so slightly. "I fear I would not be very good at that." He admitted, that the French language was largely as baffling to him as it was to Malia. Though he knew clips and phrases, he was hardly fluent in it in the slightest. That sudden declaration to wait, however, cause Tetradore to pause, only for his head to shake ever so slightly as she regarded him with such blatant weariness. "I'm not French. It's...adoptive family I guess. I'm Spanish. I can speak another bit of gibberish...so can Nadya." Though the pair hardly communicated in that Spanish tongue, the fact of the matter was that they could.

He easily allowed that topic to shift towards Raven and her significant other. That confirmation that Tobias was indeed her mate, however, only seemed to prompt a glimpse of thoughtfulness upon the young girl's features. That comparison of Tobias and himself, however, caused his eyebrows to furrow as his head slowly tilted to the side. "Um....sort of. We're both cats if that's what you mean. I am a Jaguar. We look very similar and people often get confused about us but..we hunt differently. We're built...differently." A small shrug crossed his shoulders though Tetradore hardly bothered to go into the details of just what those differences were. The fact that they existed was all he bothered to communicate for now as Tetradore instead turned that conversation to the young coyote at his side and the affairs she had busied herself with since they had last seen one another.

Tetradore's eyebrows slowly rose as Malia continued to speak, the girl taking the moment to inform him of everything that had occupied her life of late - from the destruction of the Ark to new found friends and, of course...Henry. He had known, naturally of their continual closeness, only recently learning the true extent of it. The very idea of taking his vector to meet Frost, however, prompted some measure of thought within the were-King. After all, he was protective of his creation. Nor had it failed to occur to him that it was almost a metaphorical meeting of Malia's father-like-figure, of sorts. He might have thought more into it had Malia not also mentioned Henry's boyfriend in near the same breath. The relationship between the trio would, he was sure, forever remain a mystery to him. Still, he held some measure of reluctance at saying yes. Though Frost and himself had established a peace, of sorts, there was a part of the man that still bristled at the idea of Henry finding a sort of fondness for the other Alpha. Maybe it was still that possessiveness over him? Maybe he simply didn't want Henry of all people to prefer Frost over himself? Whatever it was, Tetradore was quick to squash those feelings, instead simply providing them his blessing of sorts, brief and veiled though it was. That thought of 'meeting the parents' however, only once again crossed his mind at the notion of that new man within her life and yet, the were-King found himself constantly gauging those men that surrounded Malia for reasons he hardly wished to dwell on either.

Any attempts to move the conversation beyond himself, however, ultimately failed as that topic passed back towards Tetradore, prompting an almost internal mulling as he considered the answer he might provide her. He was certain she was hardly prepared for the truth of the darkness that his world consisted of. If she was even capable of comprehending it. That story was one he rarely spoke of, one very few knew the extent of and yet, the moment they did was the exact same moment their views of the were-King changed, every single time. He almost abhorred the thought of Malia reacting any way similar to his own sibling, much less the fae woman he had once called his girlfriend. The very idea of it was enough to return him to that silence. Instead, the were-King tossed that blanket over his shoulder, informing the young woman of a new were he himself had recently come across. Feisty, he was sure, paled in comparison to the truly fiery wolverine. That suggestion of them meeting, however, caused Tetradore's head to bob in ready agreement. "You should, I think she could use some friends." Mira had kept herself at a distance from others she encountered. If she was going to stay in the city, maybe establishing some friendships would be good for her too.

Tetradore only continued, uttering of the upcoming car show that truly had interest the man of late. His description, however, seemed to fall entirely flat, prompting a glimpse of consideration within the girl. Her attempt to summarize it caused his head to shake ever so slightly. "No racing, no battling. They show off the cars they're going to make several years down the road that you can buy. The armored cars are....just for show. It's like they tempt you with it before taking it away. You and I can't get cars like that...not usually." Tetradore had little idea if she knew what the army was, much less whether or not he wanted to explain it either. Her sudden question of the aristocratic neighborhood, however, drew his emerald eyes towards the manicured laws and imposing houses. "I'm sure they get out....but probably not to do stuff like us....party...shop...I dunno." A small shrug crossed his shoulders, the feline perhaps as uncertain as she was as to the pastimes of the wealthy. His own experience with them tended to be limited to their partying and the purchasing of often illegal goods. Maybe that was all there was to do when money no longer mattered?

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me