That midday sun was blissfully warm. Tobias stretching further out atop that warehouse roof, those old metal sheets capturing all of the sun's warmth and heating that lanky deviant in turn as he lay sprawled across it. His bare feet shifted every few moments to prevent that iron burning his skin. His worn, sun-faded jeans and black t-shirt shielding the rest of his skin while drawing in that pleasing warmth. This was by far his favourite sunning spot. A secret spot he kept all to himself. Those near fathomless dark eyes closed over once more, the boy appearing entirely asleep although whether or not one such as Tobias truly dreamed remained to be seen. What remained of his mind content to drift in and out of those fractured thoughts and forgotten memories that so often seemed stitched loosely together at the best of times. The vast majority of beings whom knew the deviant boy so having given up attempting to understand just how his mind worked at all. Perhaps it was for the better. His fingers stretched in a fashion decidedly cat-like, his fingernails, replaced today with those blackened claws- scrapped across that iron lightly. The sound seeing those curious leopard-ears that sat atop his head, nestled in that wealth of mess darky, hair twitch and turn. He liked that sound. Something about that gentle scrape almost...appealing. Tobias, today, so content to exist within that state he alone had managed to master. The lanky deviant one of the few so capable of that partial-shifting off his animal form. Those claws and leopard ears so completed with his most favoured appendage and one the miscreant so seemed to take decided pride within- that long, fluffy leopard tail. That very tail having become entangled around his long legs as he dozed. The very human young man with that leopard tail and ears surely an amusing sight to any who might have spied him in that moment.

Those dark eyes fluttered briefly open once more to peer back toward the Ark. Tobias so loathing those 'paperwork' days Tetradore and Raven so occasionally took part in. He was incapable of understanding them. His inability to read or write assuring he failed to have any interest in that pack business when it came to papers and as such he was more often than not content to attempt to provoke Tetra into playing with him else sprawl himself across Raven's desk in an effort to have her look at him instead of those numbers. His mate had so finally left to errands, another task the boy found decidedly boring. Tetradore, so refusing to tolerate his antics any longer, had finally ordered him out. His emerald-eyed brother the singular being he was so willing to take an order from in any sense. Indeed, Tetradore was perhaps the only being near brave enough to dare. Tobias decidedly well known for his volatile nature and often violent tendencies amongst those other Were's. Precious few ever daring to meet the boys gaze let alone attempt to command him. Tobias boy far more animal than man and oh how they feared what they did not understand- and so few ever understood Tobias.

It was the near distant sound of crying that so managed to see one golden, black spotted ear twitch atop his head. That partially shifted form so affording him those far more potent animalistic senses as his head lifted from his hands to eye the rest of those abandoned warehouses that made up his territory. He could smell...something. The air near thick with that scent of fear and panic. Those predatory instincts tugging at him then as he rose to his feet, the boy pulling himself upright to peer over those roofs and alleyways to eventually catch sight of that terrified, running child. For several moments Tobias was simply content watch her as her feet pounded against that dirty pavement and she ducked in and out of alleyways and ran over abandoned boxes and bottles. So much...noise. His features frowned, his ears flattening back into that wealth of shaggy dark hair as a soft rumble of irritation rose within his throat. The girl suddenly bursting out onto that abandoned road near the very warehouse he stood atop, her little body collapsing a moment later into a fit of sobs as her tears stained her cheeks.

He did not....like that sound. No. No. Crying was.....bad. A bad sound. Yes. His mind struggling to understand just why she was crying. Tobias notoriously poor when it came to attempting to combine action and cause. His inability to perceive those more basal emotions so readily assuring he failed to understand her fear and loneliness.He had been alone when he was far younger then she and yet- his inability to perceive time surely limited such thoughts all the same. Tobias continuing to simply watch the girl. The boy decidedly...curious off her and that sound she made. His form so at last stepped forward, shifting along that warehouse roof until he stood right above where she sat, Tobias lowering himself down until he sat right upon the edge of that roof, his bare feet hanging down above her, the tip of that impossibly long tail hanging beside him as it flicked. Those ears were pricked forward atop his head with no consideration given to the very fact his appearance might prompt her to cry all the more. Emotion was not his strong suit.

"Are you....sad because......your friend loves....Paper more....than you too?"

Those words were stuttered, garbled, forced from his lips with clear effort as he waited for her to look up. Each syllable a struggle and yet to his mind they were sensible. To his mind she would understand. Tetradore had wanted to work on paperwork. Tetradore had sent him outside- because Tetradore loved paper more than he loved Tobi today. His mind, it seemed, having made that very assumption and as such so believed that perhaps that was why this girl was sad. Yes. Someone loved paper more than her too. That she would likely not understand those words had hardly occurred to him. His lips attempting something of a grin in that moment.

"You are....a....kitten."

It was hardly a question so much as it was a statement. Tobias entirely sure of himself. After all, to his own mind, he was never wrong. She was small. A child. A child was a kitten. Yes. She was a kitten. Must be gentle with kittens. This he knew. He remembered those words Nadya had said when she had let him hold his own kittens. Those....protective instincts of sorts beginning to tug at him as his head tilted again like a near curious puppy. Tobias quite unlike any being the poor girl had surely ever met and yet that often volatile nature seemed....calm today. At least for now.

"Why are you making....that sound? If I can.....hear you they....can hear you. Maybe they....will come....."

Just who 'they' were remained to be seen. Tobias content to mutter several further phrases to himself, words that seemed to hold no true meaning, his eyes turned to that iron sheet beside him before suddenly flicking back toward the girl kitten again in clear anticipation of an answer. That bizarre muttering so suddenly cut off.

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