Long, sharpened claws continue to knead against the metal top of his dumpster throne of sorts, tapping with irritable discord at the sight of the over-large dog that has so invaded his home turf, the dark gold of his gaze meeting the near black eyes of the other man as he sees fit to finally remove his sunglasses, the boy watching his hands as he folds to shades, seeming to find an interest of sort in the glasses, head tilting sideways before writing itself once more to continue the unofficial staring contest that had begun. His concentration however, is broken by the young woman whom responds to his call, moving over to stand beside him, knotting her fingers within the thickness of his gold and black pelt, stroking against the side of his neck as he reclines with callous ease and a satisfied purr is pulled from the vibrations of his throat, evidently content to have his subordinate lavish such attention upon him in front of the lesser creature that seems to have decided to some attempt at setting up a home of sorts in territory already owned. The larger mans sudden question in regards to mates however, sees the curly-haired woman's attentions focus elsewhere, a dissatisfied snort released from the heavy cat at no longer having his neck and shoulder massaged in this manner. Lucians question however, sees his own eyes narrow slightly, though he offers no answer, tail lashing against his sides in some further medico of displeasure. He dislikes woman, to a certain extent, sees no need to tolerate them. They are subordinates and nothing more. To find and take a mate, while instinctive perhaps, is a need that has so far allowed the spotted feline. Besides, while being a rather spectacular version of a male leopard in all regards, he is...somewhat less in the human department, his fractured mind offering little appeal to any female suitor incapable of handling his animalistic nature and volatility. He is better as a beast and yet even he cannot remain in this skin forever.




Birdie's introduction of the pair earns little more than a blank look from the male, jaws parting in a yawn that displays each over-sized canine and incisor before the leopard rises once more with the grace only a feline can muster, launching suddenly upward to land atop the warehouse roof, disappearing now for some moments and indeed seemingly having left before the now human man slams back down atop the dumpster, pulling his worn jeans on as he does, leaving his chest bare for lack of any shirt as those now dark eyes find Lucians own once more. At well over six foot in height he is used to being the tallest amongst men, to find another has managed to outsize the lean young man is...agitating- and as such he remains atop his dumpster, seated now, allowing him to meet Lucian's gaze levelly with his boosted seat as he draws on knee up, the other dangling down in a manner almost childlike as he rests his head atop the knee drawn up, wild, untamed black hair falling into his eyes before he seems to finally manage words- though each is a struggle.




"Lucian.....is in my...spot."




One dirty hand lifts to point directly towards where Lucian is now standing, evidently having decided that out of every 'spot' in the vast distract, that is the very one he has decided he wants. Dark chocolate eyes flick upward once more, resting momentarily on Birdie, another of his possessions as far as his mind can be concerned. She has submitted to him and as such she is his own to command, seeking now to answer her earlier question.




"I do not....hate you that much."




He offers a shrug of sorts, as if such an offhanded comment may somehow placate the woman before he seems to loose interest in his 'toy' entirely, returning to the point of his disdain, attention returned to the unfortunate Lucian as the length of his fingers tap against the dumpster now in much the same manner as his claws had done moments ago, the line between man and beast so very, very fine within Tobias as he watches the other beneath lashings of ebony hair in desperate need of being washed or cut.




"That is my spot....my warehouse.....my wood.....my roof....all is...mine."




Though the words are basic perhaps, the message and meaning is clear enough. His. His territory- and Lucian has intruded upon it, resulting in this conflict of interest between the men in this moment. Tobias is naturally dominant, naturally aggressive and his lack of communication and socialisation often results in more fistfights then are surely needed. For now however, his more disagreeable side is soothed into placation, if only because Lucian himself remains calm, not offering any need or reason for the cat to hiss and spit. At least- not yet.




"Lucian did not....ask to live here. Lucian...must ask and he...must pay."




He is, if anything- manipulative in his nature, his lack of verbal communication so often leading others to believe he is slow or stupid and yet, nothing could be further from the truth. He is dangerously cunning, his own unique power affording him an ability to find whatever any seek to hide from him and indeed, should Lucian refuse, he will become a thorn in the mans side unlike any other, instincts forever allowing Lucian to be found by the deviant, no matter how well he might hide. Nothing and no one, can hide from Tobias.




"If Lucian.....brings food every.....dark time....he can stay."




If Lucian leaves food out for him every night, Tobias, it would seem, is willing to accept this as rent for HIS warehouse, for indeed, all the warehouses are his own, despite Lucian and a certain landlords belief. It is a surprisingly.....cheap rent, if not a rather significant inconvenience for the other man to not only find food, but leave it for Tobias every night. He is however, a merciful landlord.




"Or....Lucian can give me....the.....those."




He points towards the evidently expensive pair of shades the man had taken off moments ago, his lack of ability to name them indicating indeed that he has little idea what they actually are, merely having decided he wants them, offering Lucian a choice this day. Food, or glasses, either will allow him to live here without Tobi's......harassment, provided he pays up, of course.




"If you pay....I will....let you stay."




It is hardly a threat, but it will be, unless Lucian is intelligent enough to play along. It is better perhaps, not to anger the deranged wild cat.

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