It was an important day, yes. A very important day.

Raven had long since disappeared to the market for the morning, Tetradore had retreated to his office to make phone calls. Alexis, Mira and Henry were out. The spotted deviant left to his own devices and yet today, of all days, he hardly seemed to mind that solitude. At least not enough to bother Tetradore once more and so demand the other man put down his phone to pay attention to him. Tobias notoriously poor at sharing attention. Not when he so believed he was by far the most interesting thing in any room and should, indeed, be paid heed toward. Today the lanky young man has his own task to take care off. That box of farm animals had been tipped over and sprawled across the room in front of him. Those plastic cows and horses and sheep and pigs and pieces of fence lay scattered all about him and yet the boy was diligent in his efforts. He reached for each animal, one at a time, separating them into categories of sorts. Two pigs, seven cows, five horses, ten sheep. Tobias piling each animal within its category before beginning the laborious task of standing each animal upon its tiny plastic feet. Every creature position to face him like a small plastic army. Their unblinking little black eyes as staring towards him. The very sight almost....creepy and yet the leopard boy was nothing if no diligent in these seemingly bizarre efforts.

"Looking.....looking.....looking."

He repeats the word, over and over. That singular mumbled phrase falling from his lips again and again along with so many other unintelligible words that seem to hold little meaning to any save himself. Just what he is doing and why remains to be seen. Tobias reached for those pieces of plastic fence then. The boy lining them up along the side of those animals, rather then around them as he surely should have done. Several pieces of fence laid at the hooves of those horses and cattle- as if the animals had struck them down. For several long moments those fathomless dark eyes seemed to stare critically at his creation before the young man reached diligently for one of those cows- the creature turned to lay upon its side, several sheep following suit along with a singular pig. Tobias, at last, seemingly happy with his strange creation. The soft sound of someone coming up those stairs and lingering outside his room had hardly gone unnoticed. Tobias, like all Were's, so possessing that supernatural ability for both hearing and smell. The young man already aware of the Fae girl. Her scent affording him no cause for alarm. After all, he knew Maeve. She was a kitten. A kitten who posed no threat to his pack and as such his role as protector of his subordinates was so hardly called into play. Tobias merely glancing briefly toward that door in some clear curiosity for the girl outside it before returning to his 'game'.

The young child's sudden leap into that room, the growl upon her lips as she crouched down in leopard like fashion, prompted that turn of Tobias's head. The man content to eye her quizzically as if attempting to understand this bizarre manner of entrance. People did not roar when they came into rooms. Of that he was sure. Mostly. His understanding of the rules of society as a whole a truly.....lacking thing and an ideal much open to consideration. Near all Tobias' understanding of the world having come from mimicking the behaviours of others. Indeed, very near all of Tobias himself was simply.....the mimicked personality of others. Just who the young man was himself a question....with no true answer. Not when his very being was so made up of those around him. Tetradore perhaps his favourite of all to mimic. That very question upon Maeve's lips prompted that shake of the boys head. Tobias nothing if not blatantly honest in most regards. That he should, surely, have humoured the girl hardly occurred to him. Maeve's presence, however, so managed to coax that strange lopsided grin to his features all the same.

"Growl was....good."

He manages at last. Tobias seeing fit to inform the girl of that in the very least before his attention return to his farm animals in their every precarious position. The young man, for now, wholly fixated upon what lay before him as he sat cross-legged on that floor with that serious expression returned to his features. One hand gestured forward then as he glanced back toward Maeve.

"It is a.....revolution."

Obviously.

"I don't suffer from my insanity.
I enjoy every moment of it.