it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for

A small frown crossed the Were-King's features as he listened to those concerns that seemed to linger upon Malia's mind. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at the very idea of an eternity. "Nothing is forever - someone is only tied to you for as long as they choose to be. People often forget that." Tetradore responded candidly. Love, he knew, was a fickle thing, promised to last for an eternity when it so often did not. His own last relationship was evidence enough. "For what it's worth, I don't expect to ever find it either." He offered in some vague effort to reassure her, though whether or not it did was another matter entirely. It was far more selfish of the Alpha to welcome another soul into the darkness that was his own world, that very knowledge so often prompted him to push away any soul that got too close to him. Still, at least Malia had found comfort in the arms of her friend, temporary though it may be. It wasn't his business what she did with her friends. Henry was, after all, his Vector, whom he chose between his boyfriend and the coyote beside him was a matter Tetradore hardly intended to get himself involved in, the man far more inclined to keep his hands to himself even despite Malia's idle comment that she wished the best for Henry in his relationship with his boyfriend. Really the trio was confusing to watch.

It hardly took long, however, before the pair got to the house itself. That idle tease about his Spanish lit distracting the homeowner prompted the man to assure her she was likely a far better diversion. Her comment of scents, however, caused his eyebrows to furrow as he sniffed the air and yet, his human senses were far duller in comparison to his feline ones. "I hadn't noticed," Tetradore admitted and yet, the idea of indulging another man with his physic only caused his nose to wrinkle ever so slightly. "I think I'll still pass though," He assured her, instead focusing on assisting the girl in getting up and over the fence. It baffled him, really, her decision to make this process as challenging as she did and yet, he hardly saw a reason to fight her. Instead, he watched with raised brows as she kneeled in front of the door to pull out a lock pick, fiddling with the door with far more ease than he ever expected. "It looks like you've been practicing..." He commented softly, intrigued by the things late night television had been teaching her. She was turning into a right thief, wasn't she? Not that he was any better really. Tetradore followed her into the house, the man well aware of the sound of paws on the tile. It hardly took much coaxing to prompt him to follow her into the pantry, though Tetradore was hardly sure merely hiding from the dog was going to be successful.

He was, however, entirely aware of the close proximity of Malia's frame to his in the darkness of that closet. His own gaze focused slightly above Malia's head as he listened to the sound of their breath and the click of nails in the kitchen just outside. It hardly took long, however, before the dog stepped outside, leaving the pair of Weres blissfully free from the pantry. It was only once the kitchen door was closed behind the canine that Tetradore turned to guide Malia through the house. He led her up the stairs, pausing only in a hallway just outside of the master bedroom. He motioned briefly to the large painting on the wall, depicting a large olden sailboat peacefully floating upon a quiet ocean. He watched as Malia reached up for the painting, the man stopping her with his voice as he spoke of the anti-theft efforts he knew the homeowner had put towards that very painting. His admission of the paint like substance upon the frame seemed to prompt a grin of amusement on her features. "It wasn't pretty." He muttered in a complaint. He handed her the blanket as he informed her to lift the painting so he could deal with the latches underneath. It was only once she tilted the picture that Tetradore ducked beneath the painting his hand reaching into his mouth for that corrosive saliva he had, it coated his fingers before he reached up, slathering his own saliva across those latches. He watched as those latches slowly corroded, just enough to pluck the painting from the wall. "Okay, now." He muttered, just in time for Malia to lift it and wrap it in the large blanket they'd brought.

Tetradore was, admittedly, rather looking forward to getting out of that house, this the farthest he'd gotten to securing that painting for himself. He turned to follow Malia back towards the stairs when a voice suddenly caused him to halt in his tracks. Shit. The sound of the bed creaking brought that anxiety of butterflies to his chest before Malia reached out to grab him, dragging him into yet another closet. This was...definitely not what he expected. Frankly, he doubted the man would merely waddle off in the same fashion the dog had and yet, he remained silent all the same as he waited in near pitch black darkness. That order from Malia's lips caused his eyebrows to raise as his painting was thrust in his hands and yet, before Tetradore could object, she was stepping out in the dim hallway, transforming her very figure into that of the very dog they'd only just let outside. Well, he hadn't anticipated that one either. Someone had gained quite a few new skills since he'd last seen her. He waited in silence as he listened to Malia and the man meander back towards their bedroom, leaving Tetradore with his painting by himself. A soft sigh left his lips and yet, for now, he was willing to comply with Malia's orders. After all, it wasn't as if she was in any danger and her own affinity for teleporting meant leaving her behind was just as much of an option. She was capable of getting herself out of this sticky situation, although she'd probably disapprove of him using the same skill. Nevertheless, he shouldered the closet door open, easily making his way down the stairs and back towards the kitchen door they'd entered into. He'd have to find a way to deal with the dog in the yard now, frankly, he doubted Malia's pheromones were enough to keep it entertained for very long. Though with Malia at his side, maybe the homeowner wouldn't think twice about a dog barking outside either.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me