There was a certain sort of diligence to the way the deviant worked. For all those perceived incapabilities the rest of the world seemed to believe him to be afflicted with, the shaggy-haired young man was more than capable of performing those more nefarious tasks when required of him. Indeed, Tobias very near excelled at tasks others deemed difficult. His mind seeming to relish in those intricate challenges. His manner of problem solving so often decidedly obscure and yet therein lay that veritable key to his success- perhaps. His teeth easily sheared that metal handle away from the head and prongs of the fork in the moments that followed his plucking of the key from the pocket of the businessman whom continued to engage Tetradore in that overly eager business advice. Tobias so hardly understood weight in any sense, rather, his mind had simply deduced the obvious. There had been a key in christians pocket- and now it was gone. The head of the fork roughly the same size of the key and as such would act as a replacement for it. So many years of petty theft so readily arming the deviant with the knowledge to best increase their chances of success even if he so hardly realised his own cleverness in this. Tobias simply doing as needed to be done.

No sooner had that faux key been dropped into Christian's pocket and the real key stored down his own sleeve then Tobias proceeded to take up that 'act' once more. His fingers determinedly tracing the grain of the wooden bar top as if he had never looked away from it, his lips parting to mutter several nonsensical phrases as Christian continued to talk. Tobias waiting only so long as it took those irritating sounds to cease before he all but promptly declared he was hungry. The lanky leopard demanding those fish cakes- much to the curious and yet annoyed look of Christian whom seemed to have been thoroughly enjoying taking on Tetradore as an unintended protege. Tetradore, as always, was quick to understand his companions desires in this. Tetra so forever seeming to understand Tobias when others did not. The emerald eyed man rose easily from his seat to offer those goodbyes, Tobias content to continue with his game of appearing far more deranged then he surely was before allowing Tetra to lead him away and well out of earshot before his chosen Alpha's gaze fell expectantly upon him. Tobias readily and obediently producing that set of keys to pass to his companion. That comment about the 'dumb' keychain readily prompting that snickering laugh from the boy before those singular words of praise were offered towards him. The deviant all but beaming at those simple words. Tobias very near relishing in that rarely given phrase of satisfaction he was offered. Tetradore by far his most favoured being to impress. He continued to linger beside his best friend for the rest of the evening then, his dark gaze watching the rest of those cars as they were presented, his attention mildly captured every now and then by some uttered phrase or another before the end of the evening was finally called and people began to head for the doors or find themselves ushered out by a member of that security team. The deviant frowning slightly as he glanced between the security guards and those doors. The cars they desired were inside, surely they too, needed to be inside? His mind was decidedly quick to make that connection, Tobias hurriedly waving Tetra towards those bathrooms at the back of the building. His hand reached up to fuss with that suit he wore all the same, Tobias scowling readily at his reflection in that mirror as they entered the mens room. Tetradore's sudden insistence he would need wear that suit all day when he got married seeing his head sharply turn towards the other man then. Tobias content to eye him almost suspiciously in an effort to determine whether or not this was a lie.

"How long is....all day? Why can't I wear.....my......jeans?"

That he required some way to comprehend 'all day' was surely clear. The deviant equally as baffled as to why he could not wear the jeans and shirts Tetra himself had gotten for him. A veritable grunt of displeasure escaping his lips before he moved to mimic Tetradore's own stance and lean back against those sinks- his arms folding across his chest. That sudden query on cars seeing his gaze turn back to his brother. The boy clearly not having forgotten his desire to drive that armoured vehicle for himself. His memory, it seemed, perfectly capable of remembering the things he desired when it suited him. Tobias often prone to claiming he hardly remembered those things he found less engaging. His dark eyes remained near fixed upon his favoured companion in those moments. Tetradore readily seeming to consider that idea before insisting he was not allowed to his anything. That lack of 'no' the boy had near anticipated seeing that grin on his features widen again. His head nodded enthusiastically before that query on whether or not he knew how to get back to the Arl readily saw him pause. Tobias seeming to consider that answer for several long moments, his hand lifting to run through his hair in a mimic of Tetradore's own mannerisms and yet- he was entirely saved from answering by those security guards wandering into the bathroom itself.

Tobias hurriedly pushed away from that sink to scamper into the nearest stall, affording himself several more moments before that inevitable discovery. The lanky deviant grasping that toilet brush in his right hand. Tetra, after all, would be displeased if he killed someone. This mission all about stealth. The leopard waiting until that very last moment before launching himself at his intended prey, that brush brought down with enough force to send the guard sprawling into unconsciousness and his companion charging toward Tobias in turn. The deviant holding every belief Tetradore would take care of the other man. His hands clapping in near childish delight at that display his companion offered him in disposing of the second guard. Tobias standing curiously over the fallen pair then before promptly declaring that they should be security guards themselves. His hands already reaching to place that cap on his own head. Tetradore's consideration and agreement to that very plan only further seemed to delight the boy. Tobias nodding firmly to those orders.

"Sir yes.....sir."

One hand lifted in that mock, teasing salute that brought that hissing chuckle from his lips as he reached for his own fallen guard, his long fingers deftly beginning to undo the mans shirt, pants, belt and shoes until he was left in nothing but his boxer shorts. Tobias reached down to grasp the mans ankles before proceeding to haul him across that bathroom floor and into the cubicle as Tetra had instructed. The deviant returning to that pile of clothes then to begin dressing himself in that new outfit.

"Tetra! My legs...are....broken."

That very cry of exclamation fell from him but moments later. Tobias gesturing to his new pants. The lanky leopard evidently a far taller man then the one he had pilfered those clothes from. Those new pants ending well before his ankles in a fashion almost comical. The deviant reaching down to pull up his black socks in an effort to conceal such a fashion faux par. The boy clearly satisfied with such deception before that hissing snicker fell from his lips again. His hand lifted to point toward Tetradore's own outfit. The guard his Alpha had stolen from a far larger man then Tetra's own slim, fit build, that jacket all but hanging off him.

"You have...floofy sleeves."

Whether or not 'floofy' was a word had hardly occurred to the shaggy-haired boy in any sense. Their outfits far from perfect and yet in the dim lighting and with most of those guards eager to head home for the evening it was unlikely anyone would truly pay to much attention. Tobias reached eagerly to pick up his own bat from the floor, tucking it into his belt in just such a way he was assured it sat. The boy oblivious to the idea it was upside down before gesturing for Tetra to follow once more as he lead that way back out of the bathroom. Another security guard seeing the last of those people out the door. Tetradore and Tobias barely afforded a second glance. "Anyone in there?" Tobias own gaze dropped near expectantly toward Tetradore as if his companion was somehow better suited to answering that question, his own head simply shaking as if this, somehow, made Tetra's own assertion all the more believable. "Lock up those windows, sweep this room once more then hand your passes back to Briggs in the back room and you can go". Those very words were all but lost on Tobias, his gaze merely lifted to those windows, that singular word very near the only word he had understood. His features shifted to mimic Tetradore's own in that fashion he so often did when any sort of situation eluded him. His faith in his favoured companion assuring him Tetra was by far the most sensible being to copy. His head, this time, nodding along in response to those commands as the other guard disappeared off into that back room to sign out. Tobias glancing back toward the emerald eyed man then.

"Should we.....close the....windows?"

Whether or not Tetra intended to actually complete any of those tasks remained to be seen. Tobias already wandering away from those windows and back towards those sleek cars. The boy readily appreciating that lack of people as his fingers brushed along the side of that military car once more. His gaze turned to glance around that room then, searching for a door large enough to allow those cars to be driven out let alone a way to open those very doors.

"How will....we get the....cars out?"

There was at least one large roller door off to the side and yet how they were going to open it, or find out where it led he hardly knew. Tobias glancing between that door and the cars and back again. At least until that buzzing sound seemed to fill the air. The deviant reaching to cover his ears against that static sound. Those radios attached to their belts having activated. "Jones, Clemont, where are you? Is the front secured?" That voice promoted Tobias to glance readily downward, the boy clearly inspecting his shoes as if it was from them the voice had come, that huff off irritation rising within his throat. Just who was Jones and Clemont had clearly failed to register within his understanding. Tobias ignoring the continued buzz of those radios, his attention instead following the wires from that electronic roller door and toward that control box on the side of the wall, his hand lifting to point then.

"Box.....maybe....open door? Can I....blow it up?"

Tetradore, surely, would let him explode at least one thing tonight....

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