He has tried for days to rouse her from her room, else engage her in some other activity, his constant supply of food seeming to have failed to encourage her and indeed- if food does not work, the deviant is entirely incapable of understanding what else may. Food, after all, is perhaps the epitome of his and Tetradores reason for being and as such, when his hunted game and sugared treats fail to rouse her the boy is left simply watching her sleep else shuffle about her room in a manner far from entertaining. Tobias, of late, has simply taken to stretching himself out upon her bed, offering her warmth, having steadily come to assume that the woman is unwilling to go outside, to hunt, to play within the rings and that she had taken to merely resting else watching daytime television- none of which appeals to the juvenile delinquent, his attempts to rouse her few and far between now- though today it would seem he is determined to try again, his lanky frame burdened beneath a rather large box he has proceeded to drag throughout the entire Ark. The manner of gift giving has never truly been understood by the deviant, the man of the opinion that gifting was simply another form of trading, the boy often assured he should receive something in turn for his efforts- no matter how extensive or otherwise they may have been, dark hair falling into his gaze as he proceeds to drag the box within Birdie's room, one hand reaching over to shake her into wakefulness.

He waits only so long as it takes the girls gaze to meet his own, to assure him she has acknowledged him before he gestures rather proudly to his discovery for the day, seating himself upon the edge of her bed as he drags it forward to rest beside her- the boy clearly rather thrilled with his discovery.

"Birdie...Birdie look!"

His delight is clearly evident, eyes flicking from the curly haired woman he has come to adore and back to the box again, evidently waiting in eagerness for her to open it- the man assured this is how gifts at to be given, much of the outside of the rather large box decorated in his own version of scrawled writing- none of which remains legible as he waits for the girl to pull apart the cardboard to reveal ....what appears to be a pile of fabric of sorts, the box significantly larger than the gift within it as he allows the woman to pull out what is by far the most.....unique coat to have surely even been crafted.

"Is....coat for....outside that....I made and has many pockets for....all your storage needs."

Someone- it would appear, has been watching far to much daytime television, notably the home shopping channel and yet it would seem significantly more thought has been placed within this particularly coat- the coat itself surely stolen from some unlikely patron of the Ark, a rather oversized faux fur number in a earthy shade of brown and yet Tobias has evidently taken it upon himself to decorate it, an excessive number of pockets in all colours having been super glued to the coat to turn it into a rather colour monstrosity as he reaches back across the bed now to grasp one of the books Birdie has been reading, holding the cover towards her now to point at the picture adorning it. It is an old book, the woman upon the front of it dressed in clothing that has long since passed fashion and yet Tobias proceeds to point to it all the same before pointing once more to the rather horrific coat.

"Now Birdie can....go outside...because...Birdie has....coat for going outside....like woman on book that...Birdie loves."

Well- its surely the thought that counts.

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