It is a fortunate thing, perhaps, that the shaggy haired deviant remains wholly unable to understand the true emotional depth of the situation at hand. His understanding is basal at best. His mind black and white in this regard. He had grown to hate Risqué because she denied him things, because she forced things upon him, because she displeased Tetradore- the single and only Alpha figure he had ever acknowledged and indeed Tetradore's inability to overcome her, to an extent, at only further seen the boy become confused, frustrated and angry as a result, absorbing so many of his companions emotions in this regard- if only because he lacked his own. Yet, for Tobias at least, this is where such things end, he had not suffered nearly as much as his companion and in turn any scars he carried remained wholly superficial and aesthetic at best. He does not understand, truly, the last damage afflicted upon his closest of friends and confidants and in turn perhaps, cannot perceive why the man seems so.....assured that this freedom is only temporary. Tobias, it would seem, is not nearly so easily cowed. The boy assured, that should Risqué return- that they, together, are capable of fighting back. For now however, the simper Tetradore offers is readily mimicked back towards him in a single moment of peaceful comradery.

One broken, or perhaps expanded upon (depends how you look at it really) by Tobias proceeding to rather suddenly embrace his companion in a far more affectionate gesture then the usual grin or touch in feline form, seeking to wrap his arms about the other man now. Tetradore's sudden uncertainty and bewilderment go entirely unnoticed by the lanky leopard, Tobias seemingly content to continue to hold him for several moments as Birdie seems determined to do with him despite his own lack of enjoyment of such gestures, releasing the other man only upon the assurance that everything was 'ok' once more. He releases his grip upon his companion with the same suddenness as he had taken it up, stepping back now to eye him almost warily, as if attempting to decide whether or not Tetradore had seen fit to lie to him, dark eyes roving over the other man, seeking some sort of assurance, perhaps, that 'everything was fixed' before nodding with certainty- the glass of water pushed so smoothly behind the nearest stack of books with such an action, the deviant seeking now to distract his Leader a second time with the stirring fights below.

That his efforts had failed however, see a ready scowl form upon his features in agitation- assured he had fooled Tetradore this time, only to see the man reaching for the concealed glass. It takes barely a moment for his arms to fold across his chest in belligerent agitation, an annoyed snort of sorts resounding within the room as those gangly limbs scamper backwards ever so slightly until the solid wall of Tetradore's bedroom collides with him- ending any further escape.

"I do not...want to. No, no, no."

His protests however, seem to fall on wholly deaf ears, Tetra determined to achieve his goal as Tobias cringes only further back against the wall, ignoring the protests of his wounded leg as his Alpha abruptly pours the glass, little more then a steady trickle of water running harmlessly against his leg and yet, indeed, the boy seeks to personify a literal scalded cat with the yowling (and cursing) that follows. Tobias is capable of quite colourful language, it would seem, when the situation merits it.

"My leg...will....fall off and die!"

It is something of an extreme exaggeration, one Tetradore fails to be moved by, the boy left glaring coldly at the emerald eyed man before he proceeds to follow him out and towards the battle rings below, muttering irritably as he does....

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