"Tetra!"

That voice of protest readily parted the deviants lips. Tobias' own gaze narrowed on the screen as his companions character was knocked down. A huff of irritation echoing from within him. Tetradore never got hit by moves like that. He always dodged that. Always. That very failure to do so and subsequent departure from their normal style of playing readily seeming to disgruntle the shaggy-haired deviant as his own character was guided expertly further forward only to be taken down several seconds later- an irritable string of curses falling from his lips as that 'Game Over' sign flashed onto the screen. He so hardly possessed the ability to read, at least, not nearly so well enough to understand those words and yet his mind had readily come to associate that screen and those colours with having to start that level again, the boy decidedly good at those video games if only because he enjoyed the repetition of them, the guided method of learning, the manner in which success so required him to do just as he did best and work so flawlessly with Tetradore's own character to achieve those goals which so often led to immediate rewards. Tobias so exactly the sort of creature whom valued that instant gratification and yet this current level had been repeated over and over, more than even his own fractured mind seemed to enjoy. Frustration readily beginning to tug at him. His own dark gaze glanced upward toward Tetradore then, his companion hardly seeming to be paying attention. That scowl on the lanky leopards features only further darkening.

"Are we going to....play....again?"

Those fractured, broken, words were forced from his lips. The sound off his voice seeming, at last, to capture his companions attention only for Tetradore to insist they finish that game later. A ready groan echoed from within the younger man in response. It was not late. He was sure. Not to late for games. His gaze shifted to that clock upon his companions bedside table, his inability to tell time so hardly seeming to dissuade the boy. Tobias' assured the patterns of those numbers were not as they usually were when Tetra insisted it was bedtime. Tobias so often content to simply sleep on the rug on his best friends floor on those very nights in which they played so long that dawn threatened and he was far too tired to stumble back to his own room. That rug, after all, along with that space beneath Tetradore's bed, were by far some of the deviants favoured places to sleep when permitted and Raven had fallen asleep before him on those nights the boys stayed up late.

That soft insistence that Regan had returned readily saw Tobias own head tilt slightly in consideration of those words. His fractured thoughts so attempting to place that name with those flickering images that existed within his mind. Regan. Yes. This a word he knew. A name he knew. Those fractured collections of images stirring within his mind. Quiet. Always quiet. Yes. Regan was always quiet. He liked quiet. Tobias, perhaps, so etnerally having understood that tigress in a fashion others had not. His own more animalistic desires readily seeming to find a companionship of sorts with that darker nature of the tigers own and yet that insistence that their game would have to wait because of Regan's return only further seemed to irritate the young man. Those fathomless dark eyes narrowed upon that controller Tetradore had thrown onto the bed. Tobias moving to do the same as he rose to join his companion and yet it was so hardly without protest.

"Always.....girls ruin......games!"

Those words were little more then a mutter and yet he was assured Tetradore had heard them all the same as the emerald-eyed man wandered into the hall to shout for Raven before stepping back inside to strip the shirt and pants from himself. Tobias readily proceeding to mimic that very gesture and pull his own shirt from his tanned figure, his jeans and boxers following suite in the same moments as his companions own. Tobias hardly caring for that very nakedness he had seen upon his closet of friends since they had been mere children. His own shift overtook him mere moments later. That human skin replaced with that gold and spotted pelt. Tobias' lean figure proceeded to brush against Tetradore's own, his head swung sideways to bump against his companions in that distinctly feline display off affection before his taller, leaner frame fell into position beside the heavier, more powerfully built ebony form off his brother. Raven having all but left the pair of them behind in her hurry to get to Regan. Tobias' tail flicked in some slight display off irritation at such affection directed to any save himself. Jealousy, it seemed, displayed itself readily within the leopard and yet his mind so understood, to some extent, that....friendship between his mate and the tiger. Tobias willing to permit it.

His own form was hardly hurried as he wandered beside Tetradore out and onto that dock, settling beside the Panther a moment later, his own golden eyes near aglow in that gloom as he watched the women before him. Regan's own scent seemed to tug all the more at what fragments of memory existed for the tiger who so often came and faded away once more. Tobias content enough in her presence. He so understood that unspoken desire Tetradore had in that moment for Regan to come to them. Tobias so often understanding those more animalistic desires then those of human nature. This was their territory after all. The leopard was content to remain in place were he belonged at Tetra's side, his gaze watching protectively over his mate all the same. A soft, low sound rose within his throat to echo towards his own mate and Regan in turn. Tobias subtly adding sound to Tetra's silent request to summon Regan to them.

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