"Tetra! You are....supposed to.....kill them all!"

Dark eyes narrow critically upon his companion now, Tetradore having dared to leave several of the zombies alive that Tobias has come to understand the game requires are to be killed, having failed entirely to perceive the bigger point of the mission or the building they were supposed to reach- his own character merely racing along behind Tetradore's with a significantly overpowered rifle blasting anything and everything that presented itself as enemy or not. That he does not understand the mission of the game hardly seems to matter, his enthusiasm for it and ability to accurately steer, aim and shoot has seen the pair quickly take over the online leader board for this particular game. For all his fractured thoughts and unstable mind the shaggy haired deviant seems to have no lack of skill when it comes to video games, dark eyes rapidly following the computerised zombie targets, childish nature taking utter delight in the colours and sounds while some other part of himself, a more predatory part perhaps- seems to relish this computerised bloodshed. The sudden appearance of a well armoured zombie with a rocket launcher aimed at Tetradore's character sees the boys gaze return to the screen as he rests beside his companion upon the edge of Tet's bed, a growl of irritation rising in his throat before a sudden onslaught of button mashing sees the Zombie decapitated with from behind with a machete. This explosion of blood resulting in a torrent of laughter from the deviant.

"Mother Fucker.....is dead!"

Tetradore rarely, if ever, sees fit to discipline the boy over his use of language and as such the deviant seems to have learned a rather vast array of colourful language from Tetra himself, if not from those they do battle with on the online world. The Leopard moves to pilot his character across the top of a dilapidated city building, following Tetra's own, dodging the arm of a zombie Tet had destroyed as they reach the mission end point well before any of their online opponents- the victory music seeing a ready grin dance across the boys features- waiting excitedly for the next level to start before a sound at the door sees his head jerk. He dislikes to be interrupted when he plays his games, Tobias content in Tetradore's companion and away from the pack, willing enough to allow Birdie to wander in and out as she does and yet unless it is someone bringing food his tolerance for others has become dangerously low, a snarl already upon his lips before the curly hair of his Birdie comes into view.

"Birdie!"

His greeting however, is short lived, head tilting slightly at the nervous manner of the woman, her words seeing him frown now as he moves to leave his controller on the bed, wandering suddenly towards Birdie now, sniffing at the air around her before those dark eyes turn back to Tetra.

"Riddles."

He nods, assured of this scent before moving stand beside his favoured companion once more, features rapidly searching Tetra's own, seeking a facial expression else a mood to follow, attempting to mimic Tetra's own expression now in some effort to understand the situation- the mention of Frost holding his attention, though much of the words are lost upon him. Dark eyes rove briefly across Birdie once more however, searching for any injury upon her, protective of those things which he sees as his own.

"Witch....witch...witch....witch."

Why he says the word remains to be seen, the boy evidently content to mutter it to himself over and over, as if he simply enjoys the sounds of it, gaze returned to Tetradore now- waiting for some sort of order else to return to their game. Evidently failing to perceive the information in it's entirety.

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