He has been seated within the same place for several minutes now, his vast array of toys scattered about him atop his beloved rug and yet the young man has failed to move for very nearly seven minutes now, a record perhaps, for one with an attention span so shockingly limited as his own- those dark eyes trained against the bathroom door of his Leaders ensuite, the running water from within assuring the shaggy-haired deviant that his companion is still within the shower. His own thick, tousled black hair remains damp from his own shower an hour or so before, the boy having been forced to wash his hair this week, a battle within itself that had very near seen Jackal threaten to resign should he ever be commanded to assist with such a task again- the little Mexican having stalked off to attended to the claw marks that had decorated his body like war wounds after attempting to hold Tobias' head beneath the spray long enough to actually soak it. This significant drenching had been followed by an hour or so worth of brooding upon Tetradore's bedroom floor, entirely content to ignore his companion as he nursed his battered ego once more, such brooding behaviour a learned trait from the Panther himself and yet his irritation with Tetra's demand he have a shower had lasted only so long as it took his Leader to get within the shower himself.

The continual sounds of the running water have succeeded in nothing more then setting the younger man on edge, long limbs folded beneath him as he continues to stare, unblinking, at his Leaders bathroom door, waiting for any sound or indication that his beloved companion is still alive. He loathes water in every form, fails to understand why others do not so readily fear it as he does, nor why Tetradore often remains content to stand within it for hours on end. Tonight however, Tobias patience is simply unable to withstand his brothers desire to bask in the warmth and heat of the water. His movements are soft, slow, the younger man rising easily to glide softly across the floor, one foot remaining upon the rug he had been ordered to wait upon, dragging it smoothly behind him. After all- Tetradore had merely told him not to get off the rug, he had hardly forbidden him from moving and as long as one foot remained upon it the Leopard is assured no rule has been broken- his mind terribly cunning for one whom is so easily distracted by crinkled paper.

For a moment the vagabond simply remains outside his companions door, one ear briefly pressed up against it, the sound of the water still running seeing a rumble of discord stir within him. He desires Tetradore's attention, the increase in their pack of late having seen the green-eyed man forced to focus upon Birdie and Regan more so then he had before, Tobias given to find dislike in this decreased level of attention upon himself and as such he merely seeks to rectify this perceived wrong. The door is pressed silently upon, that damp head of moppy locks appearing within the steam filled bathroom, dark eyes rapidly fixating upon his companion, Tetradore having taken this moment to rinse his hair, his back turned away from the waiting Leopard as Tobias merely reaches towards the taps, aiming to keep his own appendage as far from the water as possible before grasping the one he knows to be hot rapidly beginning to turn it until the hot water is suddenly and abruptly cut off- blasting his unfortunate Alpha with jets of cold as a snicker hisses readily between his teeth.

For all his desires for deviousness the younger man is hardly foolish, not daring to linger lest his companion catch hold of him, darting hurriedly back out the door, dragging his rug with him to place it back where it had been before- hurriedly seating himself upon it before his chosen Alpha could emerge, fixating Tetradore with little more then a look of utter blankness as if his sudden, frazzled state was an entirely puzzling thing- head tilting slightly to one side in feigned innocence of this crime.

"Did....you see...a Shower Shark?"

This, he is sure, is a legitimate reason for Tetradore's hurried exit from the bathroom, those fathomless dark eyes resting upon his Leader before returning to the selection of army men he has placed before him in a clearly critical pattern.

"I....did not leave the rug."

It is nothing short of truth, twisted though it may be, this dark eyes ever watchful of his companion's reactions before speaking once more.

"We are....going...out tonight."

That he had not, until this moment, mentioned any such thing is no doubt surprising, eyes still trained upon his toys, satisfied that his Leader was unharmed by his time within the shower- merely seeking to announce that they are, in fact, going out.

"Tetra?"

One eye lifts briefly towards the other man- assuring he has his attention.

"Do you....remember when....you were....short and you said....when you grew up you...wanted to be a racing...car driver?"

That Tetradore surely did not remember such a memory from so many years ago surely remains to be seen, Tobias' own features contorted slightly in this moment, his own fractured mind seeming to have seized upon something he believes to be important now.

"When...you grow up and you...don't need me to...protect you....anymore.....I am going to be...a slipper......or maybe.....a rocket scientist."

Where he has heard the phrase 'rocket scientist' remains a mystery, the boy clearly capable of recalling memories near 15 years old and yet often incapable of remembering where he has left his own jeans, his inability to perceive time in any fashion perhaps making such words even more bizarre- the toy plane within his hands turned over and over in rapid succession before this...episode seems to stop near as swift as it had begun, dark eyes blinking at his leader once more.

"You are slow at...getting dressed, Tetra."

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