it's over, i'm through

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

Tetradore was surprised that even Malia could detect his deplorable French accent. For all that he had been surrounded by that foreign language, he had picked up very little when it came to the ability to speak it. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at her inquiry of what that simple sentence meant. "It means 'dogs do not make cats'. It's this weird figure of speech there." He hardly felt the need to mention just how many times he had been told that very sentence, much less the meaning that it held for him. Instead, he let the conversation easily drift to that language he was vastly more familiar with. It was hardly the first time Tetradore had heard that Spanish was a dirty language, though he still hardly believed it now any more than he had then. It took him a moment to piece together that sentence he wished to offer her, his accented baritone voice foun those words far easier. His emerald eyes lingered upon her as he watched her attempt to piece together those words he had spoke to her. A soft chuckle left his lips at that grin on her features, accompanied with her own guess. His head shook ever so slightly. "Not quite, though you did get part of it." Tetradore assured her, having no intention of informing her the very extent of that flattery.

Tetradore let that conversation drift towards Raven and Tobias, the couple was particularly atypical, as far as most couples went. Then again, the pair were peculiar even as individuals. It was only natural, he was sure, that they would gravitate to one another. He was aware of the weight of her eyes upon him in those moments after, drawing his own emerald green gaze towards her with a glimpse of inquisitiveness. That seriousness of her stare caused his eyebrows to raise, the man entirely ignorant of those thoughts of himself that crossed her mind. "What is it?" He inquired, watching her in those moments after. Although Tetradore so often kept to himself, his thoughts included, he was largely oblivious to how...alone he sometimes seemed to the world at large. It was such a norm to him now, to push others away, to stick to himself out of fear of the harm he would undoubtedly bring to them. He hadn't quite anticipated that she might pick up on such a thing. Nor had he, for that matter, expected her near insistence that the were-King speak of what he had occupied himself with of late.

It was with a moment of thought that Tetradore brought up that lava-wolf he'd met. He could see the pair of women getting along, perhaps. They both had a certain kind of stubborn fierceness to them, the likes of which could, at times, be both baffling and infuriating. To facilitate a meeting between them seemed....easy enough, he supposed. He was hardly oblivious to the way Malia seemed to brighten at the notion of those sport cars he'd introduced her too some time ago. He was, admittedly, rather pleased that she had enjoyed that night, at least, enough to further regale the man's interest in those sport cards. His head bobbed in confirmation of allowing her to break in that prospective new vehicle, at least, until she so teased him about his driving skills. A look of mock indignation crossed his features at the idea that he might be anything else than good. "God, yes, I'm pretty fucking good." He retorted, though the man was hardly upset in the slightest. Rather, he let that conversation shift towards those rich people as those homes turned from quaint little family homes to full sized mansions.

She was, admittedly, harley inaccurate when she spoke of his wealth, even though Tetradore did not often flaunt his monetary standing. Even so, that shopping and partying were hardly his scene anymore than they were hers. Her tease at his admittance that he was far too lazy to replace the boat, now that Nadya had left, brought a roguish grin to his handsome features. "Yeahhhh, it kind of does." He admitted, reaching up to run his hand through his unruly brunette locks. Even he was not oblivious to his tendencies for laziness when the desire struck him. He paused quite abruptly, however, nodding towards the house on the other side of the fence. His gaze fluttered towards the corner of the house that he knew the painting was at. That inquiry of a plan, however, caused his gaze to slide towards her. "I....guess get over the fence and deal with the dog. I don't want to kill it though just...I don't know....lock it in a closet or something. Unless you have a better plan." He commented, glancing at her, whilst being entirely open to any ideas she might have. His hand reached out for that metal of the gate, testing it to see how it might hold both of their weight as humans. "Here, I'll help you up." He threaded his hands together, quite purposefully providing her a place to step for the girl to get a higher grip on that tall fence and, in turn, hopefully over it without the canine's realization.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me