Those striking emerald eyes returned to that easter egg before him, the were-King only vaguely listening to Tobias' muttered repetition of that very word he had offered the man. Fishing. How he had enjoyed those fishing trips, even if he often failed to sit still for any long period of time. His feline form was more than delighted to jump into that stream in a vain effort to catch those aquatic creatures. They were pleasant memories, though really, most of his childhood often was, even if Tetradore rarely spoke of it. He was oblivious, in that moment, to the way Raven so carefully seemed to dance around that topic. At least, until the young woman mentioned the possibility of herself having children one day. His gaze shifted upwards as her attention turned towards him, commenting of his ability to be an Uncle again. His attention hardly lingered long, turning back towards that egg in hand with little more than a small grunt to his lips. It was a vague acknowledgement that he'd heard her, even though he had little to say on the topic of Tobias and herself forming a family and a life on their own. As important as family was to the man, children were one thing he held some level of mixed emotions of.

A small shrug crossed the man's shoulders at Tobias' inquiry of those children's species. Tetradore, for one, was hardly all that knowledgeable of the reproduction of their kind. Within his lifetime, no one had ever dared to have a child within Risque's domain and, in turn, Tetradore himself had never harbored fantasies of fathering his own. He had long ago accepted he was doomed to be the last of his line, at least until his sibling's own children. He pushed those thoughts from his mind, however, finishing the last flourish on that egg before dropping the now mostly dry greenish yellow egg into the carton with all the other completed master pieces. He leaned back in his chair, hardly anticipating that clear hint of glee that danced upon Raven's features as her hands clapped together in front of her, ushering them onto some new event. His gaze briefly shifted towards Tobias as Raven rushed off of her feet and into the other room. A soft sigh left the man's lips and yet, with a sluggish pace, he was content to follow the young woman on her venture to whatever pleased her so greatly.

He glanced down at the blue bucket he was offered, eying it with some measure of disappointment, as if he too had anticipated to find....something within that bucket. His eyebrow rose as his gaze shifted towards Tobias, checking that his companion's too was empty before his attention turned towards Raven. Tetradore listened vaguely to those instructions and yet, he could hardly help that snort that left his nose at Raven's attempt to appear commanding. Even Tobias, it seemed, hardly took the girl serious in her efforts to provide some sort of punishment for the use of that affinity. He watched that intense consideration cross his companion's features in the aftermath of her threats, as if he was unsure whether or not Raven would follow through on any of them. It was a prime opportunity the were-King chose to take advantage of as he took those first few steps towards the staircase and their personal rooms. Finding those eggs was hardly all that difficult, the were-King grabbing several that were 'hidden' against the door frame, purposefully leaving those higher up ones for Tobias' retrieval. Instead, he moved towards his own room, curious if she had left eggs within his own private quarters.

That egg positioned quite near blatantly upon his bedside table quickly answered that question, prompting a more thorough examination of the room. His hunt for those eggs was wholly successful, resulting in a small pile within that bucket as he began to rifle through his office and those desk drawers. God, he was going to have to rearrange everything after. A small frown crossed his lips as his attention turned towards that bookshelf filled with binders of documents, the were-King shifting through several of them to find some carefully hidden eggs between them. He was oblivious, in that moment, to Tobias' presence just on the other side of that door. It only took him several more moments before he deemed every possible place searched within that room, the Alpha entirely content to make his way towards the door with the intention of searching elsewhere. He hardly expected his best friend to leap out of the door way, the were-King quite near jerking backwards as a surprised yelp left his lips. Tetradore's vibrant eyes turned towards that gun, that eyebrow raising as he stared at the barrel of that nerf gun. "Tobias, what are you--" Those words never quite left his lips before the man was berated with those foam projectiles. "Jesus, Tobias!" He quite near shouted at his companion, his arms raising to fend off those little bullets.

Tetradore was aware of that weight upon his candy bucket as Tobias dove forward to steal those desserts. His hands fell from his face as Tobias darted from that room, those movie quotes shouted behind him. "God damn it, Tobias!" He exclaimed in the wake of the boy, only to take off after him but moments later. He dashed down the stairs, pausing at the foot of it only to glance vaguely at Raven for any indication of the direction Tobias might have gone. A scowl crossed his features and yet he followed the woman's gesture towards the kitchen. His own steps were carefully quiet as he came across the boy scouring through the cupboards. A brief glimpse was given around the room as the man searched for some sort of ammunition. A small, smug glimpse crossed his lips as he crossed the room, plucking that green-yellow egg he had made but moment's ago from the carton. It seemed hefty enough. "Tobias..." He muttered, attempting to get the man's attention before he all but chucked the egg at his companion, that one followed quickly by another as he so strove to distract the man in the same fashion Tobias had done earlier. In those fleeting seconds, the were-King called upon his very affinity for teleportation, reappearing at his best friend's side before he all but stole that entire red bucket from his best friend. Now, that hunt wasn't quite a hunt so much as an all out war.