That armful of clothing had no sooner been deposited upon the floor then the lanky deviant stepped back from it in clear expectation. Mira, after all, had requested to see those clothes he owned. Tetradore in turn insisted that those clothes must have sleeves. Tobias, but that notion, had so managed to combine that series of thoughts into a single clear directive- to bring Mira every article of clothing he owned that had sleeves. It was fortunate, perhaps, that the vast majority of those clothes had hardly been worn so much as once. Mira presented with an armful of clean, veritably spotless attire to sort through as Tobias merely watched on with expectation and tetradore, in turn, busied himself with getting dressed in his own clothes. His dark, near fathomless gaze lingered readily upon the canine as she worked. Tobias inclined to watch her each and every action with a curious focus- although what on earth the man searched for remains to be seen. Tobias, when he chose, was entirely capable of attention- even if its span was rarely inclined to last. The deviant, in turn, entirely aware of his favoured companion and just where Tetradore existed within that room. The Leopard, after all, was so rarely ever inclined to allow his chosen Alpha to linger outside of his vision for long. That Tetradore had long since outgrown any need for Tobias to watch over him had surely failed to occured to the Leopard. Time, after all, meant so truly little to a man incapable of perceiving its ebb and flow. Tobias, instead, far more inclined to simply live within the moment itself.

Mira, at last, held up her chosen sweater. Tobias' head tilted readily to the side, the action was near dog-like and yet entirely judgemental in turn. The dark-eyed deviant content to eye his companions choice before Mira, wisely, so queried Tetradore on that very selection. Tetradore's choice in all things, after all, so seemed to matter near desperately to the spotted boy. His Alpha's approval all it took for the man to reach obediently for that sweater before attempting to wrestle himself within it. How he detested those sleeves and the feelings of...containment that sweater afforded. Tobias fit to scowl at the feeling altogether and yet- that promised peppermint, this time, seemed near enough to win that deviant over as his hand was held out both expectantly and obediently toward Mira for that promised treat. A deal was a deal after all. Tobias long ago having learned just how those exchanges worked. His cunning mind so eternally seeming to attempt to strike up deals with those around him. Deals that, more often than not, favoured him alone. Precious few outside their pack so willing to disagree with the boy in any sense. Mira's efforts to insist that candy was better unwrapped before it was eaten had fallen entirely on deaf ears. Tobias, just as before, tossed that entire treat within his mouth before chewing with a clear and satisfied vigor. That plastic wrapping, it seemed, so hardly halting the deviants advance. Tobias so seemingly oblivious its presence at all. The man far more intrigued with that reward itself.

The fashion in which Mira's gaze had, during those moments, shifted away from Tobias himself to linger upon Tetradore as he finished dressing had (unfortunately for Mira) failed to be missed by the younger man in turn. The animalistic man, after all, was often far more aware of his surrounding then he strove to appear- or indeed pretended to be. How much that boy truly understood perhaps an entirely debatable thing and yet so few were willing to debate with the deviant in any fashion. Mira's near lingering gaze, covert though it had been, had so hardly escaped his notice. That very look so seeming to prompt a simper to his own features. Such a grin was near out of place if only for the manner in which Tobias never held those grins as most people did. The man seemed to smile fleetingly before dropping that look abruptly with little knowledge that such a look was designed to falter far more naturally. Tobias, instead, so tending to appear near.....creepy with those obscure looks that flashed on and off his features and yet the boy was clearly delighted by something. That near abrupt announcement that Mira had been eyeing Tetradore's ass was offered with a deadpan assurity. Tobias stated that very thing for the fact it was. His unfortunate Alpha left struggling to find something to say in the wake of it before Mira all but shouted his own name. Tobias content to take that very moment to teleport out of Tetradore's room and onto the dock below- the faintest glimmer of amusement so finding his lips all the same.

Patience, however, was so hardly the leopards virtue. Tobias having waited no longer then two seconds before proceeding to shout back into the Ark for his companions. Women, he was sure, made men late. It was the job of women to slow men down. Yes. This he was sure off. Mira, if given the chance, would make tetradore even slower. His veritable shouting sure to hurry the pair up. The appearance of both his favoured companion and the woman Tetradore had claimed for himself but a few moments later so saw the return of that grin to his features. Tobias a decidedly satisfied creature when he was given to get his own way. Tetradore, for the most part, rarely inclined to argue with him. That very command for the boy to follow all but prompted Tobias to near race after the pair, his own lanky frame effortlessly catching up to his companions but a few moments later as Tetradore led the way into the festival. The crowds growing thicker the closer and closer they came.

Tetradore's query on whether or not he could smell that sugary sweetness that lingered within the air all but prompted Tobias' own head to tilt backward and scent the air, his head nodded a moment later with clear enthusiasm. Food, after all, had always been a favourite of the pair even since their childhood. Tobias, today, entirely willing to share Tetradore's attention if only for that distraction of food and too- for that simple notion that Tetra seemed to....like the woman. This alone so seemingly enough to satisfy the deviant and his territorial nature. Mira's insistence that she too scented those sugary treats readily drew Tobias' gaze towards her. The young women commented a moment later that she hoped Tetradore and himself were hungry. Tobias' own head titled once more, a look near baffled appearing upon his features as he eyed the woman then. Her question, it seemed, held an obvious answer- one the prompted his brow to scowl momentarily.

"Tetra and....Tobi are....always hungry."

This, he was certain, was obvious. His head nodded readily in further confirmation of that fact before the trio made their way into the very depths of that festival. The crowds readily seemed to swell around them, Tobias, despite his height and ability to see above most of those people, pressed closer to both Tetradore and Mira- that action near instinctive and so designed to be both protective of the pair (tetradore's disdain for crowds well known to the deviant) and too- designed to keep that small pack together amidst the chaos. How readily he could smell that food! The sweet scent of sugar, in all its glory, eagerly prompted Tobias to search those food stands for the one that held the sweetest, most delectable treats. The very kind his own wife would surely have limited him from consuming too much of and that Tetradore, on most occasions, might allow him to get away with provided he shared.

"Tetra, there!"

Tobias' hand lifted to point through that crowd then and toward one particular stand that served a myriad of those christmas themed goods. The scent of hot chocolate, cookies and gingerbread decidedly potent upon the breeze. Tobias' pivoted neatly upon his heel then. The boy determined to reach that location as he all but carved a veritable path through that crowd, the man so hardly opposed to merely reaching out and grasping the collars of the jackets of those in his way before all but lifting them up and casting them aside. Tetradore and Mira, in the least, so afforded a clear path to follow behind as the Leopard reached that stall. The names of those offered treats meant decidedly little to the scruffy-haired man, Tobias incapable of reading them. The deviant instead content to eye what rested on the counter and in those display cases instead. The man serving those baked goods was quick to turn his attention to Tetradore and Mira as Tobias further perused those treats, the deviant so innocently waiting until the man's attention was thoroughly occupied with his companions before he moved to sneak around behind that stall.

It had hardly taken the boy long, after all, to work out the back of those stalls- much like the back of those regular shops- so often contained those things he was looking for and without any need to talk to the people whom guarded them. The very notion of conversation, much less payment for food, was distinctly beyond his own means of comprehension. Those shopkeepers, to his mind, were simply in the way of what he desired. How easy it was to reach into the back of those display cases then, the glass door quietly pushed aside, before eTobias so easily plucked several sugar cookies from within. The deviant stuffed them hurriedly within his pockets- Tetradore and Mira so afforded a full view of his antics behind the man. His dark gaze shifted then, Tobias reaching for several gingerbread men resting on that tray beside the cookies. Several of those treats were grasped within his hands, a final one stuffed within his mouth before the man ducked out from behind that stall only to stride back towards his companions- those gingerbread men held towards them then. That stall vendor left staring in blatant surprise.

"I got....the...food."

How proud that declaration was! Tobias and Tetradore, after all, so rarely paid for anything. At least not to the deviants mind. He had taken that food and by that notion alone it was surely his. The gingerbread man within his mouth was eagerly chewed. Tobias oblivious to the stall vendor behind him whom had become only further suspicious of those very products the trio seemed to have gained. Tobias' gaze instead fixated suddenly upon Mira.

"Mira! Not....like that! No!"

That sudden shout so readily seemed to draw the attention of the crowd around them, several beings eyeing the shaggy-haired man with clear wariness as Tobias scowled notably at Mira's gingerbread man. The woman having failed to eat the mans head first. This, it seemed, a clear violation of what Tobias was certain were the rules.

"Have to....rip off.....his head. It is....the rules."

His gaze shifted toward Tetradore then. Tobias certain his companion would confirm these known rules.