The way in which his companions gazed deviated from his own in those moments was hardly missed. Tobias continuing to eye his best friend near quizzically before that short, sharp shake of the Alpha's head was given. Tetradore insisting he did not dream of those things. Tobias merely content to eye the man for several long moments in a manner almost....suspicious. As if some part o the deviant near anticipated those things he was not being told and yet he so lacked the capacity, of a sort, to query them properly. Tetradore merely fixed with that long stare for several moments before the Leopard's mind seemed to deviate away from that very subject and onto the more pressing issue of those guards, the clothing they stole and those windows they were commanded to close through that talking box on both of their belts. Tetradore, for his part, hardly seemed concerned with those windows in the very fashion Tobias, oddly, so seemed to be and yet if Tetra said they should hardly worry about them then Tobias was more then willing to do the same. The deviant boy, since his youngest of days, having come to that simple and profound assurance that anything and everything Tetradore said was likely right and near akin to a law to be followed. For all that could be faulted in the lanky Leopard his loyalty was surely unquestionable. His dedication to his best of friends equally so. His faith in the other man irrevocable in all things.

He watched with a ready eagerness as Tetradore climbed over that velveteen rope to open the door to the military car and snatch the keys from within it before stuffing them into his pocket. Tobias' own gaze momentarily lingering on that pocket with a clear desire. Those keys he all but craved nestled within. Surely, surely, he might be allowed to drive it. The boy near convinced he was an exceptional driver of cars even if he had so far only ever proven to have any real skill when the car went backwards. Still, he had failed to either crash or run off that tarmac at the airport in their last two lessons, that, he was sure, worthy of the reward of a high class armoured car. Tetradore seeming decidedly less keen on the notion. The sound of those radios crackling to life once more, Tobias eyeing his own with clear disdain before Tetra reached to fumble with the buttons on his. The man offering some sort of response that seemed to silence the voices for now. Tobias readily finding himself irritated with those sounds. They were supposed to be quiet! This he knew. Those voices so clearly not following the rules and yet whether or not the boy even understood who or what those voices were remained to be seen.

The young man easily trailed after his companion then and toward the roller door. Tobias quick to find just what it was they were looking for. His very affinity for such things a decidedly useful one. His hand lifted to point to that control box before that query on whether or not he could blow it up was quickly shot down. Tobias affording Tetradore and near baleful look before uttering beneath his breath once more. At least until Tetradore managed to raise that roller door. The steal squeaking and groaning and grinding painfully upward. That sound near forcing the boy to cover his ears as it was surely heard throughout the building. Tobias very near about to insist Tetradore was the one not being quiet now before those keys were suddenly dangled before him. His gaze widening readily and with clear desire at that prize he was offered. Those very rules Tetra issued were met with a solemn nod. Tobias, in that moment, very likely to have agreed to give his companion anything he had asked for and yet his efforts to repeat those commands back so displayed some level of understanding in the least. Go slow, stop, do not run over Tetra. They would not get another car like the one Tetra drove. Those keys dropped into his hand prompted that gleeful grin to his lips. Tobias nothing short of utterly delighted as he hurried toward his own car. The crackling of that radio seeming to inspire both men to hurry. Tetradore further insisting upon it as Tobias scrambled into his own car.

The very interior of that military vehicle was nothing at all like that Honda Tetradore had been teaching him in. Tobias staring blankly at those buttons for several moments. Starting the car so seeming to be the easiest of those very actions. Prompting it to move a far more difficult milestone. The boy faced with hundreds of buttons and levers. Tobias seeming to take several moments longer to realise Tetradore could hardly here him. The Panther already struggling with his own car as Tobias fished that phone from his pocket to hit that speed dial he had been forced to practice over and over with Raven and tetradore himself. The voice at the other end readily encouraging that grin to his lips before he announced his presence on that phone (in case Tetradore didn't know it was him). Tetradore insisting he knew. Tobias scowling slightly in consideration of just how the man had known before hitting the speaker button on that phone and resting it in the console- allowing him to talk to his companion and drive all at once. The leopard insisting he hardly knew how to start that car. Tetradore's insistence he find a lever prompting the pressing of several other buttons. The windscreen wipers flaring into life followed by that near blaring radio and the sudden lowering of that battering ram pointed near perfectly at Tetradore's own car. That sudden exclamation of 'Jesus Christ' prompting that near curious look from the deviant.

"I do not....know who that....is. Always you....say his name."

That this was a figure of speech rather then the name of a friend Tetradore had so clearly failed to occur to the boy. Tobias at last reaching for the only lever he had not yet pulled, forcing it downward- only to force that car backward. That yelp of surprise echoing from his lips before he reached for that lever again. His frustration surely clear in those moments and yet- that car so finally seemed to respond. At last lurching forward- and very near into that prized Lamborghini. Tobias managing to turn that wheel just in time, Tetradore swinging that sports car heroically sideways in turn. Tobias, instead, staking out near the entire selection of chairs beneath those heavy duty wheels and battering ram. The crunch of plastic echoing throughout the building before he managed to pilot that car out of the roller door and behind that remarkable sports car.

"I did not....hit you."

That, he was sure, was worthy of praise. Tetradore reminding him to go slow in those moments. Tobias content to scowl at this decidedly unsatisfying pace and yet, for once, he kept that very promise. That armoured car rolling allowing behind its far swifter companion. The lanky leopard, miraculously, keeping that car within the center of that line. His ability to follow it seemed, far greater then his ability to steer those cars upon the empty, open roads. Tetradore so leading him affording the boy the ability to simply mimic his companions driving in a sense as they roared allowing those roads and towards the western side of town. The streets near mercifully quiet. Only the occasional car bypassing them. Each and every other driver affording them a near curious look. Tobias' own gaze turned upward as they travelled through that more expensive, Eastern side of town. A couple making their way along the sidewalk all but paused in their tracks at the sight of those cars. The blonde man scowling noticeably before uttering something to his dark-haired girlfriend. His arms thrown upward a moment later before....something was shouted toward Tetradore and himself. That blonde man and raven-haired woman decidedly...familiar.

"I think that man is....angry at you."

Those words were readily uttered toward his companion and yet Tetradore so hardly seemed inclined to stop and ask just what the man had been shouting about. Tobias, momentarily distracted by that shouting man, so veering briefly onto the wrong side of the road and toward that opposite footpath. That military vehicle very near colliding with a group of four so making their way down the other side of the street. At least two of those four so evidently vampires, if the speed with which they shoved their significant others out of the way was anything to judge by. Tobias hurriedly piloting that car almost sheepishly back into that lane behind his companion.

"Now those people are....angry at me. They should not...walk there."

Those irritable grumblings so fell from the deviant once more as those cars turned onto a new street, those side streets Tetradore led them down now far quieter and yet- at least one more major street so needed to be crossed. Tobias steering that vehicle onto that more major road only for Tetradore to near suddenly slam on those breaks. Tobias' own foot crushing his own brake pedal to the floor, those tyres screeching with the effort to stop before colliding with Tetradore's car. That military vehicle only just managing to stop in time. It's far heavier weight taking far longer to respond to that command.

"Tetra! Why are....you stopping!"

That very complaint was near shouted at his phone. Tobias' own gaze lifted toward that crosswalk Tetradore had only just managed to stop at. Two men astride two horses standing right in the center off it. The front of Tetradore's car mere inches away from the right leg of the near giant white horse one of those men sat upon. Tobias so readily recognising at least one of those horses and indeed the baffled looking Frenchman sitting atop the other black horse. The Fae glancing between Tetradore and himself, the Hunter looking decidedly disgruntled. Tobias scowling at that very scene before them before the deviant so moved to roll down his own window. His shaggy head so leaning out of it. That irritation clear in his voice.

"GET OFF...ROAD! MORONS!"

They were blocking their path, of that he was sure, tobias evidently something of an irritable driver. The Hunter proceeding to shout something back at him, the French Fae reaching out to grab the Hunter's hand and so preventing him from throwing whatever it was he had so been intending to throw before uttering something toward Tetradore- only to urge those horses forward and off the crossing. Frost's own lips pulled back in a clear amusement of sorts. Tobias rolling that window back up, several more irritated mutterings upon his lips as he did. The boy content to ignore those men and horses as he drove that car past them now.

"I think Tetra....is....in....troooooouble."

Those words were very near sing songy as he uttered them. Tobias clearly finding a decided amusement in the notion Tetradore had very near hit his French friend, a Hunter and the Horse they knew well. The West so finally in sight. The lights of the Ark lingering in front of them. The boys very nearly home with both those prizes intact.

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