It is something so small, something so very seemingly insignificant, these barely muttered words of approval from Tetradore in regards to his make-shift home seeming to delight the deviant all the same. Some part of him, perhaps, childish as it is, still retains a near desperate need for approval from someone Tetradore for years having been the sole being to whom Tobias had deviated and followed, desiring only his approval and no other and it would seem indeed that even so many years apart have seen little change. Maybe he is volatile, violent and outwardly deranged, so often forcing others away from himself yet that boyish part that still resides, that seems to have remained frozen in time still delights in even the barest hint of satisfaction from his leader, the soft laugh he offers only further satisfying the boy as he proudly displays the contents of his shoe box for the other man's inspection. The repetition of Lucian's name sees those dark eye return to the other man with some hint of curiosity, Tetra's tone implying this is some form of question.

"Yes...Lucian....he is...wolf. This is...his shop...I guard it...and he...pays me...rent. Sometimes he gives me the...green paper and I...give it to Naddy."

That Tobias has, to some extent, been supporting Nadya for some time may well be surprising to the emerald eyed man though indeed the deviant hardly seems to care. He understands little of money, knows only that Naddy seems to like it and as such is content to give it to her whenever he can. For a moment his gaze continues to rest upon his companion, seeking any form of disapproval in this before moving to find the weapon-based toys he is so determined to play with, handing one to his chosen Leader before proceeding to turn fire upon him, a snicker of delight hissing from within his lips in satisfaction of a successful hit- ill begotten as it may be, having offered his companion no chance to truly even look at the gun let alone work out how it may be used before his form slides behind a punching bag, shielding him from any potential return fire. He is perhaps, taken off guard by the fearlessness with which Tetradore actually shoots back, having aimed for the man's left leg, stepping out from behind his shield for mere moments before his side is blasted with Tetra's own bullet, blue paint exploding up one side as he yelps and scrambles for cover again.

"Tetra just...got lucky."

The words are uttered with a playful growl that rumbles within the depths of his chest, one hand moving to wipe at his paint-smeared side before those dark eyes spy a better hiding place, the stacked crates nearly the height of himself and yet the open gym space between his current hiding place and his preferred one is not...desirable. He has little desire to allow Tetradore such a good shot, heightened senses listening for the other man in case he too has decided to attempt to move. He waits, the leopard biding his time in the sudden silence that descends, hunting ability extended now to readily pinpoint his opponent (his own form of cheating perhaps) assured that Tetra remains behind a stack of shelves as he moves to creep forward, head momentarily appearing around the punching bag, dark eyes seeking the other man's form before he quite suddenly lunges forward, dropping to the ground in a rather athletic commando roll that sees him tumble hurriedly across that open space, attempting to provide as little opportunity for Tetra to shoot as possible before he leaps behind the stacked crates. A small snicker of satisfaction leaves his lips once more, peering now beneath the gaps in his shelter before proceeding to slink further forward, feet silent atop the floorboards, pressing back into the shadows, attempting to remain unseen as he slinks. It is a difficult thing indeed to stalk another were-cat, animalistic senses extended now as he peers around his stack of creates, dark eyes spying his target. He will have to step free of his own cover to shoot and yet it would seem it is a risk he is willing to take, appearing suddenly from within the shadows to fire rapidly at the other man.

"Better run...Tetra."

He steps forward then, firing off another shot, evidently attempting to test the other mans determination, seeing if he can press him back, perhaps even make him run beneath this barrage of fire. He always was a rather competitive fellow.

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