He had hardly expected the woman to move, let alone to reach up to her face and rub at her eyes. Those lovely glasses he had drawn becoming slightly smudged with her restlessness. Tobias scowling readily as he attempted to redrew them. A snicker of delight upon his lips at such a game. Alexis stirred once more, rolling over ever so slightly, Tobias leaning further over the young woman to finish that moustache he had worked so diligently on. Those drawn on features slightly crooked and perhaps a little lopsided and yet they were, by far, some of the boys better work. That groan upon the young woman's lips prompted that curious look to his own before her eyes fluttered suddenly open. Tobias promptly proclaiming her own chosen nickname before hurriedly attempting to conceal that marker pen behind his back and present the woman with a look of innocence. Such a look near...strikingly out of place upon the boys own features. Tobias, after all, was very rarely innocent of anything. His very face seeming unable to properly hold that look much less make it appear convincing. The deviant seeming to hold some understanding, at least, of the notion that it was perhaps not acceptable to be found leaning over Alexis as he had been doing. The boy promptly announcing he had been watching her sleep. As if this was, somehow, far more acceptable. The grin upon the young woman's only features only further seeming to encourage him. That Beta assured he had gotten away with his crime. Mostly. At least until she asked what else he had been doing.

That question was met with a near instant frown. Tobias' tilting his head to the side in some clear effort to better perceive that question. He understand just what he had been asked and yet he was near...loath to answer it. After all, answering it would surely give away his crime! Tobias veritably frowning then with the sheer struggle of attempting to search the confines off his mind for a suitable answer or reaction. What had he been doing? That clearly contemplative look lingered upon his facade for several moments longer before his shoulders lifted upward in a soft shrug. That lopsided grin finding him once more.

"I was....sleeping on....box of heat."
One hand released that pen from behind his back, the other still holding it firmly. That free hand pointed upward and toward that giant metal shipping crate then as if the better explain to Alexis just exactly what the 'box of heat' surely was. After all, Alexis had been sleeping on the ropes. She would not sleep on the ropes if she knew about the box of heat he was sure. Tobias content to inform her off this great discovery before his eyes suddenly narrowed to near glare at er like dark pools.

"That one is....Tetra and Tobi's.....not for....Pretty."

Yes. He would tell her about the box but she was not permitted to sleep on it. Tetradore and himself alone were allowed on that crate. Pretty would need to find her own. Yes. His head nodded in a ready affirmation of that fact. His dark gaze readily returned to Alexis once more then. His arms folded behind his back yet again as he regarded her before that lopsided, crooked grin of sorts seemed to find him again.

"Do you want to.....go....inside?"

Inside, after all, was filled with people. The rest of their pack along with the staff only just now beginning to prepare the Ark for opening tonight. Tobias so provided with a veritable audience for his artistic work. That devilish creature so attempting to convince his pack mate to come inside with him if only so those staff and perhaps the rest of the pack might be able to see just what he had done. That Alexis might not be willing to leave that sun and warm pile of rope however had only just now occurred to him. His hands still kept firmly behind his back, that marker pen concealed within them.

"You should come...inside with me....because it is....going to....rain."

There was utterly no sign of rain at all within that cloudless afternoon sky. Tobias, evidently, oblivious to the notion rain required clouds in any sense. His fractured mind so clearly having failed to make that connection. The sight off her moustache and glasses wearing features threatening to prompting that snicker from him once more.

"Tetra....wants to...see you....too."

That, he was sure, would get her moving.

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