It was with a careful, practiced consideration that Tobias moved to arrange those farm animals, one after the other. The toys were placed in a curious and yet undoubtedly serious line. Those animals, seemingly, held no pattern or style or group and yet the shaggy haired deviant seemed nothing if not fixated upon that pattern. Rhett, beside him, seemed far more content to place his own collection of animals, zoo themed, in a far more practical setting. The young boy arranged those creatures by type and yet, neither Father nor Son seemed concerned by the others' oddities. It was only once Rhett's small hand reached for a cow figurine upon Tobias' side of that rug that the deviant was given cause to pause- his dark eyes cutting sharply sideways to eye his son. The pair inclined to stare at one another for several moments before Rhett's hand so silently withdrew in a wordless understanding of those intricate rules of play. A comfortable contentment settling upon the pair once more. Tobias' gaze shifted back toward his own farm animals, the boy forced to blow a puff of air upward in an effort to push his overly long fringe out of his eyes. Tobias, of late, so having refused to allow his hair cut in any sense. A mood Raven had been certain would pass and one Tetradore had been adamant would not. The lanky deviant's hair had become distinctly more and more shaggy with each passing week.

It was only the soft sound of Rhett's voice and that singular uttered 'mama' that prompted Tobias to glance upward in turn as Raven entered, the sight of the curled haired woman prompting a momentary simper to Tobias' features before that look seemed to fade entirely. His emotions, as always, distinctly fleeting and indeed wholly questionable as to whether or not they existed at all or were, perhaps, some shapeless mimicry of the world at large. Tobias' gaze lingered upon Raven and Rhett all the same, the boy simply watching that interaction between the pair with seeming curiosity before Raven insisted they had 'a surprise' for Rhett. The curly haired woman bent downward, lifting their son up and into her arms only to balance him on her hip before softly uttering that insistence they would 'do something fun' once Rhett was asleep. Tobias, over those passing weeks and months and years so having come to understand Rhett's schedule of sleep and wake, the boy a decided fan of routine in any sense and yet- Rhett's restless nature of late had been a source of irritation for the Leopard. That break from routine, that shift in the boy's behavior (even if it was, perhaps, a strong mimic of Tobias himself) so having conflicted with Tobias' own fascination with bedtime order. The lanky deviant so having returned, on several occasions, to sleep beneath Tetradore's bed if only for the decided sense of predictability such a thing resulted within. Raven so veritably left to deal with those nighttime theatrics on her own. This, it seemed, an area of parenting Tobias was not so decidedly well equipped to understand. The boy merely desiring Rhett woke and slept upon the exact same schedule every evening. Tobias oblivious to any notion such a thing was so hardly logical nor achievable.

It was, however, that distinct promise of 'something fun' that seemed to prompt the deviant to stand. Tobias, upon his impossibly tall limbs, so moved to follow Raven and Rhett from that room and into the boy's own. Rhett's bedroom had been so distinctly redesigned in every sense. The child's crib was replaced with a far more 'adult' bed, one surrounded by a canopy of sorts, affording that space a distinctly cave like appearance that so readily seemed to captivate the leopard in turn. The sudden scream of excitement from Rhett, readily saw Tobias' gaze flicker back to his son as the shaggy haired boy struggled within Raven's arms before racing toward his new bed only to leap into it with clear delight. Tobias' own head titled, the deviant eyeing that canopy from a seemingly new angle before Raven's lips pressed to his cheek. That singular gesture prompted a lopsided, fleeting grin from the man before Raven insisted that this had been his idea. How readily Tobias' feature shifted into a frown once more. The boy so clearly struggled to comprehend that very thought, those fractured pieces of his mind struggling to place those words. Cave. Cave but....not. Cave that had been....his idea. Tobias' distinctly infamous memory seemed to entangle the man in that moment as one hand lifted to point at the 'fort' Raven had created.

"Cave....for....sleeping?"

The very notion that Tobias had connected those two ideas was, perhaps, vastly more impressive than remembering whether or not it had been his idea to begin with. The lanky leopard so correctly placed that 'cave' with its purpose. A far more incredible feat and one that seemed to bring the man no small sense of satisfaction as a simper tugged at his lips again- before another thought seemed to occur to him. Tobias, this time, gesturing toward Rhett.

"Rhett....stays in...cave...yes?"

This...surely, would bring an end to the boys constant up and down during the night, Tobias glancing toward his companion in clear expectation.