Her remarks in regards to his 'stupid' appearance see his gaze lift from himself in those moments to meet her own, offering a quizzical look as her choice of words before those dark, fathomless pools rove down again to examine himself, as if seeking to connect the word 'sexy' with his new appearance. He is hardly comfortable, the fabric brushings against his skin in a caress he finds entirely to tight and restrictive- so long ago having given up anything beyond pants. After all, while he has lived upon the fringes of society for well over half his life even he has learned that wearing pants, at least, affords him slightly more anonymity then walking stark naked down the street. These new layers however hold a restriction he is not yet willing to accept- her words however, seem to sooth his agitation, if only slightly. Sexy, he thinks, is not a bad thing to be, even if he does not understand it entirely, unable to truly appreciate such a word. The compliment however, perhaps entices him in the least to continue to wear them a moment long- at least until he goes crashing down beneath a pile of high-end clothing, head appearing from beneath an over-priced orange sweater as he looks momentarily dazed, as if he cannot entirely work out how it is he has come to be buried beneath this year's fashions. Nadya's laughter however, sees the return of his ever present scowl, eyeing the girl critically now as he snorts, complaining all the same while making no effort to detangle himself from the pile, clearly waiting for Nadya to do it for him.

Her hand extended towards his own is taken easily, allowing the girl to help him into a more upright position as he sits now, arms folded over his chest all the same, content to ignore her, it would seem, in some effort to punish her for laughing at him, her comment in regards to the laces ignored as she bends to tie them, one eye sliding slightly sideways in an effort to watch. Shoes, he thinks, are ridiculous and unnecessary, his feet feeling cramped and heavy, his balance, evidently, entirely off and as such he hardly trusts himself to try walking again, lest his vindictive shoes push him over once more, the boy assured that they are to blame and that were Tetra here, he would not be made to wear them. Tetra never minded his lack of shoes and as such the young man is determined to be rid of them the moment he is reunited with his companion. As Nadya disappears into the store once more he manages a sigh, a rather loud and exasperated one, as if he seeks to make a point before returning his attention to his shoes, long fingers reaching forward to pluck at the laces experimentally, a grin of sorts tracing his features as he bats at the string once more. A perfectly childish snicker soon follows, clear delight at this game echoed throughout the store before anything even remotely childish is forgotten.

Nadya's return sees his attention readily deviate, dark eyes resting upon the young woman, her clothes.....tighter then he remembers, her legs seeming longer, each swell and curve of her frame so accentuated that even the innocence of Tobias cannot miss such things and indeed for some moments he is simply content to stare, seemingly having forgotten to blink. He is not as other men, his mind does not work in that fashion and yet within these moments, instinct and desire seem to conflict. He does not know, not truly, what it is he wants from the woman, is merely assured that whatever it is it is...stronger within these moments. He dislikes touch, dislikes being close to other, women in particular and yet instinct is a shockingly powerful force, one that drives him painfully towards her now, mind teetering upon the edge of some discovery he cannot quite seem to capture. He desires to be nearer to her, holds some inexplicable need to touch her and yet he restrains himself entirely, conflicted and entirely confused as he blinks. He simply does not understand what he wants, is frustrated by this, unable to label this.....feeling...before he dismisses it entirely, agitated with himself as he moves to lift to his feet, one hand running through his unruly dark locks as he continues to shift, unable to settle though he hardly knows why, remains entirely oblivious to what instinct so readily seems fit to demand as the girl turns before him, offering her back. That Tetra may not appreciate her outfit at all is clearly not considered by either party, Tobias unable to perceive such things as he reaches to do as asked, fingers brushing lightly against her own tanned skin as he lifts to zipper upwards.

He scowls a moment more, head tilting, unable to understand how it is she has become taller, eyes travelling the length of her frame once more, seeming unable to understand the use of her 'fuck me' pumps in this moment, mind struggling to understand her growth before those dark eyes rest on her legs once more, seeming to notice parts of her he had previously been oblivious to. He may be naive, but he is still male and some things....some needs...come readily. As it is he finds himself only frustrated once more, unable to express such things before very near storming away from her, content to remove himself entirely from the source of his frustration, hands jammed back into his pockets as he mutters almost bitterly once more, seemingly suddenly and inexplicably cold towards her. The poor girl surely unable to understand his confused frustration at himself and her in turn as he moves to stumble towards the door, gait still hampered by his new footwear.

"Can we.....go now?"

One hand lifts to toss another piece of brownie into his mouth, chewing hungrily before following quickly with another morsel, the rest held tightly within his palm for fear the girl may try to take it back as he proceeds to inhale it at rapid pace.

"Is....Tetra coming home...to stay with us?"

He seeks some reassurance, after all, that his friend will be coming home permanently, that this will not just be a visit, that the other man will be staying where he belongs amongst them, Tobias painfully close to being unable to accept partial visits entirely. It is his job to protect both Naddy and Tetra and as such he is determined to keep them both where he can see them.

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