The boots had proven to be the most difficult part of Tobias' own costume. Raven having taken well over a half hour to convince the boy to wear them. Tobias, so having failed to wear any sort of footwear in years. His utter, unexplained disdain for shoes of any kind so tending to prompt a veritable tantrum in the man until the entirety of his pack and indeed his fiance had given up any hope he might ever wear shoes at all. Tobias near notorious for his bare-footed ways and yet, tonight, with Raven's continued insistence that Robin Hood did not run about the forest barefoot and that if he wanted to costume to be right (Tobi does love things to be right) then those black pull-on boots were required. Raven so surely having found the loosest pair she could in some hope he might find them less offensive than a tighter shoe. Tobias content to eye his newly booted feet warily all the same before Raven so directed him toward that mirror in some hope, perhaps, seeing the entirety of that costume might distract his thoughts from his feet and the ready scowl he had taken to offering them. Those fathomless dark eyes were readily drawn upward at his own reflection. Tobias' towering tall frame rather suiting those black pants and boots he had found himself within. That Robin Hood outfit complete with a dark greeny brown long-sleeved shirt and hood, a brown vest so finished with leather straps sat over it with matching brown leather gloves that fanned out at the wrist so slipped over his hands. That black leather strap that held a quiver of fake arrows rested across his chest, his left hand so clutching his bow. That weapon decidedly real even if those arrows had each had their pointed heads removed and replaced with a dull, blunt, rubber imitation for the very fear Tobias might enjoy them far to much. That unusual smile of sorts finding his features in clear enjoyment off his outfit all the same.

"Birdie...?"

His dark gaze glanced away from his reflection then, shifting across the room toward where Raven was finishing her own costume. That Maid Marion outfit that so complimented his own. Tobias was content to eye his mate near curiously then as she added those finishing touches. The lanky deviant so rarely afforded the sight off his mate within a dress. His mind so seeming to find a curiosity of sorts in that outfit as his head tilted readily to the side. The boy waiting only so long as it took his mate to glance toward him. That grin of sorts finding his lips again before those stuttered, fractured words managed to find their way free.

"I think I....probably look sexy."

Raven, it seemed, was required to be informed off his apparent sexiness within his own outfit. Tobias content to continue to eye his mate until she insisted that he surely looked splendid before making his way back toward sher now, his fingers reaching for the fabric of that dress. That simple, flowing motion of the fabric so seeming to intrigue him in some fashion and yet perhaps not near so much as that fake golden circlet that so completed Raven's outfit. Tobias reaching eagerly for it only to run his fingers along those lines. Lines, he was sure, were one of his favourite things in all the world. His utter obsession with patterns readily ensnaring his focus on that crown of sorts before Raven placed it upon her own head with the insistence she was ready. Tobias' head readily tilting once more in clear curiosity.

"You look....pretty."

It was rare, in any sense, that Tobias so managed those compliments. Whatever fractures so existed within his thoughts so often resulting in the young man near struggling to relate words to others when it came to their appearance and yet in this he seemed assured. His head nodded as if to confirm that very thing before Raven assured they could, finally, head downstairs. The pair surely having been much faster were it not for his own utter disdain for his shoes. The very shoes that seemed to hamper him even now. Tobias stepping.....distinctly higher then he surely needed to in the near comical fashion an animal so often did when afforded boots for the first time. The lanky leopard, it seemed, unable to work out just how best to place his feet with those shoes in place. His steps terribly high and decidedly odd in every sense. How he so managed to navigate those stairs down to the main floor a curiosity in itself. Jackal unable to hide that snickering as Tobias veritably pranced passed. The boy so seemingly hyper-aware off his feet within those shoes, his gaze shifting backward to assure Raven was following before the gangly deviant made his way toward his best friend and the tiny girl at his side. His mind readily shifting to place that child and the familiar scent that surrounded her. Maeve. Yes. Maeve. He remembered.

"Tetra and.....Maeve."

Those very words were uttered out loud as this approach as if verbally confirming those things he knew before he came to a stop beside his favoured companion. That most favoured part off his outfit, that very real bow, held proudly towards them both to examine. Even if the very fact he was wearing shoes was surely the most surprising facet of all to those who knew him.

"I am....Robin Hood...this is my...bow. I am.....a good thief. Birdie....says."

That Raven had so evidently been attempting to teach him what to say about his outfit was surely clear. The boy far more taken with his newfound weapon then anything else, one arm reaching backward to pluck a rubber-headed arrow from that quiver behind him with a near dramatic sigh before holding it toward Tetradore and Maeve in turn.

"This is not.....real. I am not...allowed to have....real ones because I am stab-happy."

That Tetradore himself had almost certainly been the one to enforce that rule, if not fit those rubber heads himself had clearly gone unnoticed by the deviant as he lamented those fake arrows before returning it to his quiver. His attention shifting from Tetradore to Maeve in turn. That sudden grin seeming to find his lips once more as he eyed that tail and spotted grey outfit the Fae child had adorned.

"Maeve is....a leopard!"

That sudden declaration so readily seemed to find him then. Tobias so watching her features in that moment for some assurance he was correct before his own form crouched down to reach for her grey spotted tail, his fingers running gently through that falsified fur, a near surreptitious glance given over his shoulder to Raven and Tetradore in turn before his attention returned to Maeve.

"Leopard is....the best....one. Much better than.....panther and....wolf. This I know."

His head nodded once more as if this was a critical and very true fact. His fingers gently releasing Maeve's tail then as he stood. Tobias oddly....calm in the presence of this singular child as he so often failed to be with others. That volatile nature, for now, seeming near firmly buried. His gaze turned expectantly toward Tetra then before querying that most critical of questions.

"When do we....get candy?"

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