It had never occured to Tobias, in any sense, that Tetradore did not think of him as being an equally skilled driver as himself. Tobias, as was often the case, hardly lacking confidence in any sense. For all the boy had suffered in those years he had spent loyally trailing after his best friend and indeed those months within Risques grasp himself the lanky deviant had hardly seemed to incur but even the faintest of blows to his self-confidence. Tobias was eternally assured he was the best at nearly anything he set his mind to or indeed- until someone had proven otherwise. The leopard near convinced that his driving skill was equally comparable to Tetradore's even despite his only ever having driven that little Ford Focus about on the airport runway those nights after the Ark had closed and Tetradore had time to take him. That this did not at all equate to the skill required for a supercar was beyond his understanding in any sense. The boy simply desiring to drive that glorious armoured car. If only for the destruction it might wield if given the chance. His gaze near hopefully held upon Tetradore's own then only to be rewarded with that ever-irritating 'we'll see'. His youthful features scowled once more, another mutter of sorts uttered beneath his breath as his arms folded across his chest and yet he hardly dared to protest to heavily- lest Tetradore change his mind and forbid him from driving that car completely.

Just how the pair of men so intended to get more than one car out of that auto-show remained to be seen, Tobias' plan covering little more than finding a way into those cars- and stealthily. As Tetra demanded. Tobias readily seeming to have grasped that very notion that, like those games he so adored, this mission- for the best rewards- required some measure of sneakiness. Any further thoughts on that very plan however were abruptly ended by the announcer taking that stage once more to begin to unveil the rest of those cars. Tobias distinctly disappointed with that first offering. That tiny, two-door enviro-car readily causing the boy to grimace before that rather loud vocalization of his disdain saw half the room turn towards them. Tobias glancing near quizzically at his companion as Tetradore's fingers raised to rub at his temples. The very gesture lost on him entirely. It was fortunate, perhaps, that the allure of those cars was enough to coax the rest of the guests to turn back to the stage. Tobias wandering away from Tetra only long enough to inspect that food table, the deviant allowing those dark eyes to peer surreptitiously back towards his Alpha, assuring himself the man was hardly watching before several of those knives and forks were pillaged from the table and stuffed into his coat pocket. Tobias knowing entirely well that he was, most of the time, forbidden from having any sort of cutlery if only for the delight he took in stabbing those who displeased him with it.

Just what the Leopard so intended to do with those makeshift weapons remained to be seen. Tobias strolling back to his companions side then, just in time to see that new car unveiled. This one was by far more intriguing than the last. Tobias' own eyes widening readily at the sight of it. Those very specs the announcer so proudly read out were of little interest to a man incapable of understanding that jumble of words and numbers. The mere look of that car alone enough to tug at his desire for it. That singular look upon Tetradore's own features readily assuring him his chosen Alpha coveted that car in turn. That shining surface, those sleek lines and gleaming wheels readily holding his attention. Tobias very near dying to hear that engine growl. His own lips parted, ready to utter just that sentiment when the sudden approach of that businessmen drew the attention of both men. Tobias eyeing Christian near suspiciously for several moments if only to assure himself the man hardly posed any real threat before that hand offered towards him prompted that blank stare. Tobias, at last, proceeding to shake it from side to side in some bizzare attempt at a handshake. A gesture that Christian was, it seemed, willing to near ignore if only to be given the chance to boast to Tetradore about that car he owned.

The conversation between his Alpha and the man was of little interest to Tobias. Those words failing to catch at his attention. His own gaze content to linger instead on Christian's pockets and that singular item his own affinity for finding what others would keep from him knew lingered there. The car key- and a way of starting that very car they both coveted. That sudden, abrupt sentence from his own lips readily seemed to be picked up upon by his companion. Tetradore and Tobias having existed together so very long that most things between them were simply....understood, with no real need for words. Tetradore, since his earliest days, having readily seemed to understand Tobias when others did not. Why the Alpha had showed so much patience towards that fractured, broken boy when Tetradore, as a child, had shown truly little interest in befriending anyone else remained to be seen and yet the pair had, over those years, all but mastered so simply existing with one another as no one else could. That offer for a drink readily taken up by Christian, the man eager to talk more off his car. Tetradore readily picking up that lead where Tobias had left it.

The shaggy haired deviant eagerly settled himself on the other side of Christian, his fingers reaching to trace over the wood of that bar as if readily fascinated by it. Tobias more than capable of carrying out that very ruse when it suited him. Christian affording him that baffled look before asking what was 'wrong' with him. Tetradore quick to offer that response as Tobias waited only so long as it took the man to look away before reaching for that pocket. His attention steadfast on Christian then as the man continued.

That's nice of you, looking after the special ones, good lad. I'll take a whiskey, neat.

That sudden query on business readily saw Christian swung suddenly back toward Tobias, as if making an effort to attempt to include the boy. The Leopard forced to snatch his hand away hurriedly before fixing the aging businessman with that infamous blank stare. Christian, like most people, capable of meeting that fathomless gaze for only a few moments before huffing, Tetradore's words readily drawing the man back to face him as Tobias continued that quest for keys, his long fingers pillaging that pocket expertly. Christian, for his part, seeming to have taken to Tetradore entirely.

Shipping? I started in a similar industry myself, years ago now. Cash was good back then too. How many ships are you docking a month? I could put you in touch with someone who can double it, I guarantee you. Here's what you do, you double your cash flow, keep half, invest half. That's how you get to the top boy. Then one day you'll be sittin' here with keys to a beauty like that too.

This man, Tobias was sure, talked far to much. His features frowning at that onslaught of words that irritated his ears before his fingers slowly worked the keys from that pocket. Tobias quick to drop them down his own sleeve. The Leopard shifted slightly, reaching into his own pocket then to pull a singular fork from it, that shift off his teeth alone completed silently, Tobias glancing once more at Christian to make sure he was thoroughly absorbed before his lips parted to reveal those leopard fangs- the head of that metal fork bitten neatly off. His fingers reached up quickly, spitting the head of that fork into his hands before reaching forward to slip it into Christian's pocket. Tobias, for all his shortcomings, hardly a fool in any sense. The weight and fell of that fork head decidedly akin to those car keys. The man far less likely to notice their absence any time soon with that decoy in place. His gaze catching Tetradore's own then, offering that subtle nod to assure him he'd done his job.

"Tetra! I....want to....get.....more.....fish cake."

Those stuttered words were offered with that same suddenness Tobias offered most of his sentences and yet, this time, the lanky leopard hardly desired more 'fish cake' at all. The words merely offered to provide that excuse for them to leave. Tobias waiting for Tetradore to lead the way before wandering after him, Christian readily swept up in conversation by another man. The pair so finally alone once more, Tobias slipping that key from his sleeve to offer to Tetra then.

"Look....what I got!"

That ready grin found his features once more as the announcer began to show those final few cars. Tobias content enough to stand beside his companion and yet his gaze continued to linger upon that armoured car and the shining supercar in turn. The announcer so finally calling an end to the formal part of the evening before requesting all the guests make a financial donation to one of the charities present here tonight on their way out. The crowd slowly beginning to head for the door, several people still milling about those cars. Even Tobias aware it would be near impossible to get inside those cars, let alone steal them with people still about and yet those security guards were, slowly, beginning to usher people out.

"Tetra, let's go...this way."

His hand lifted to gesture towards those bathrooms at the back of the room, Tobias weaving in and out of that slowly departing crowd as he lead the way to that rather lavish mens room with its rows upon rows of stalls. The single and only man in that room stepping out as the pair stepped in. Tobias scowling again at the sight of himself in the mirror within that suit. Those dark eyes once more turned to his companion.

"Am I...allowed to drive the....army car...now?"

Tetradore had been given ample time to think about it, Tobias was sure, even despite his near lack of ability to tell time. The Leopard near assured his retrieval of that car had surely been enough to earn that reward. The sudden sound of someone else coming into that bathroom seeing him pause. Tobias so failing to have considered security was likely to check the bathrooms for anyone attempting to linger behind. His gaze shifted to Tetradore and back again before the boy near dove into the nearest stall, scrambling to stand on the toilet seat itself and prevent his legs from being seen, Tetradore all but abandoned to find his own hiding place as two of those security guards wandered in. The pair chatting ideally as one begun to go up one row of stalls, the other guard content to check the other. That first security guard wandering closer and closer and that very stall Tobias stood within, the boy near frantically reaching for that one and only non-lethal weapon at his disposal. Tetra, after all, would surely be mad if he stabbed the security guard when stealth was there mission. Tobias reaching instead for that toilet brush. The guard so barely having peered into that stall before the lanky leopard all but launched himself at the man, that brush cracked firmly down atop his head to send both mentumbling out into the aisle- the guard thoroughly unconscious as Tobias sat neatly atop him, brush in hand. That hissing snicker falling from his lips.

"Got you..."

That very commotion had, so unsurprisingly, drawn the attention of the second security guard. The man rapidly spinning in place to spy his fallen companion with Tobias atop him, that shout echoing from his lips as he hurried forward, drawing that bat as he did. The shaggy-haired deviant holding every belief that Tetradore, wherever he was, would surely take care of the second man before he so had a chance to call for backup or reach the deviant himself. Tobias already plucking that hat from the fallen guards head to place upon his own before proceeding to watch Tetradore's brawl with the second guard with a clear amusement. His hands clapping together with clear glee at his companions eventual victory.

"I think....we should....get jobs as...security."

Another plan, clearly, having formulated within his mind. Security guards, after all, had access to everything. And they had two of them right here.

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