If the deviant had been in any way alarmed by his companions irritation at having his shower interrupted, a shower deemed necessary by his own earlier efforts to attempt to insure Tobias himself remained clean, then the boy simply chose to ignore it, averting his gaze in a manner almost nonchalant as Tetradore emerged with a curse upon his lips and a hand that batted against the Leopards own damp locks before his chosen Leader moved towards the dresser. The sarcasm that fell so easily from the Panthers lips was met with little more then a curious stare, the very nature of anything sarcastic entirely lost upon the younger man, his clever mind, for all its cunning- incapable of perceiving the notion behind such a thing. He understands only what is said, perceives only what is direct and as such presumes that this is merely another pointless uttering of his companion- one Tetradore is particularly prone too in the manner by which he states things even Tobias has presumed are obvious. The mention of the weather however, sees those fathomless dark eyes turn instantly upwards, having learned that 'weather' and 'up' are in some fashion interconnected. For a moment the deviant merely proceeds to stare at the roof, features twisting into some look of mimicked contemplation, oblivious to the fact that he is lacking the sky one usually looks towards at the mention of weather before returning his gaze to his companion.

"Yes. This weather."

It is merely a repeat of his companions own phrase, one altered ever so slightly and returned to him, those ever-dark eyes resting upon Tetradore's features with care, seeking even the slightest of reactions of his companion in an effort to assure himself his words are, in some fashion, acceptable before his Leaders continued speech sees him frown from his position upon the rug he continues to remain on in an obedient fashion. Tetradore's assurance that they are, in fact, grown up- sees a look almost akin to surprise flicker across the boys youthful features as his Leader continues to dress. For a moment, at least, the often disagreeable boy remains quiet, head tilted to the side in some effort at thought before his head simply shakes.

"No. Not....grown up. Father- was.....grown up.....had shirt for...working and....leash and box for...carrying. Tetra....does not have....these things so- not grown up."

That 'grown up' to the deviant is somehow interconnected with the presence of a suit, tie and briefcase is evidently clear in this moment, fractured mind seeking to describe the manner in which their shared Father had dressed each day in clothing he knows his own companion does not posses and by this notion, in some fashion, remains 'not grown up'. For a moment those dark eyes continued to linger upon his beloved Leader, as if daring Tetradore to argue with this seemingly infallible logic, this matter of 'grown up' evidently a.....touchy subject for the deviant whom seems determined to deny his own age. It is fortunate perhaps- that he is given to distraction by his Alpha's following words, this mention of cars seeming to soothe him as it often does, head nodded in agreement at this proposal before Tetradores assurance that both rocket scientist and slipper were perfectly achievable brings a ready grin to his features.

"I would....like to have....a rocket....for science."

The nod of assurance that follows sees those ever tangled locks of dark hair tumble readily into his gaze, perhaps providing his Alpha with a strikingly easy manner in which this whim may be fixed- the boy evidently seeking a rocket of sorts, a toy perhaps, before a knock at the door sees a growl spit from his throat in the same manner in which a guard dog snarls at an intruder in warning. He is tolerable of his fellow pack mates, willing to protect and watch over the beings he perceives are Tetradores belongings to be guarded and yet their near constant presence, on occasion, seems to rile the boy entirely. He is used to having Tetradores attention all to himself, their return to friendship and their previously close relationship in the wake of Nadya and her sex game having seen the boy become only more possessive of his companion and his belief, in some fashion, that Tetradore belongs to him. It is rare to have his leader entirely to himself, Tobias unwilling to allow Nadya or Regan or even Birdie to interrupt their shared time- the warning within the growl that simmers within his throat seeming to see Jackal pause within the doorway longer then perhaps he would otherwise- the little Mexican man's eyes lingering upon Tobias with clear wariness before he seems to manage words directed towards both the Leopard and Panther he serves. We are having problem in main ring, breaking of rules, one man has brought weapons- says he will use them if he does not get money.

Even within the confines of his own unique mind the deviant boy remains aware of the rules that prevent the use of any weapon that is not natural to the animal form, his own features contorting into a frown before pulling himself to his feet, one hand waving loosely towards the semi-dressed Tetradore.

"I...will go....Tetra...still dressing."

That the slowness with which Tetradore performs certain tasks is forever a point of contention between them remains clear, the taller, gangly fellow moving to follow Jackal out and down the stairs towards the problem that has occurred. It is not the situation within itself that the Leopard is given to perceive, mind incapable of understanding the threats that spill from the balding fellow in the centre ring with the gun pointed towards the warthog that had only just moments ago defeated him fairly- perhaps resulting in this sudden rampage of promised violence, a clearly stunned crowd looking on, though parting readily still from Tobias as he moves- having long ago learned to allow the Leopard passage upon demand. It is by the very nature of the boys own wildness that he simply does not understand the words the man utters, nor does he find he cares- this man is a disruption, his body language laced with aggression, a breaker of rules Tobias is charged with enforcing and this alone is enough to condemn him in the eyes of the Leopard. His own shift occurs very near mid-leap, the hulking jungle cat crashing down upon the man from behind, claws lacing into skin and flesh in a struggle that is as short lived as the man's threats themselves- Tobias given to release his victim only upon Jackal's threats to turn a water cannon upon him- the little Mexican still seeking to prevent a death and the paper work that surely follows such a thing, the man well aware of the Leopards love of blood upon his tongue in any form, Tobias given to reluctantly release the semi-conscious man to the bouncers that wait admits the applause of the crowd whom remain ever thrilled to see either the Leopard or his Panther companion perform.

The slight sting within one hand leg is the only injury it would seem the Leopard has sustained, the c loping easily from the ring now to pad back towards Tetradores room, one shoulder shoved against the door to open it- a trick he had learned from Tetra himself within the dark of Syn before pacing back into the room. Utterly oblivious, it would seem, to the ninja star firmly embedded within his left hind leg, the boys tolerance for pain a rather astounding thing as he returns to his human form- clothing mercifully still intact aside from the rip within his jeans caused by the offending ninja style weapon that sees the boy glance at last towards his leg and the blood that runs down it- a shrug of his shoulders offered by way of apparent indifference to the hooked metal weapon embedded within his flesh.

"Is...Tetra ready....to go yet?"

He is utterly unconcerned with his current predicament, else seemingly determined to ignore it- the boy infamous for such things, assured that licking a wound is all the treatment one ever requires, his tolerance for having others attend to his wounds famously short if not violently explosive and as such the deviant remains eternally content to deal with such a thing in his own time and on his own terms, merely folding one limb behind the other to obscure it from Tetradore's view- assured the Panther will hardly notice....

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