Patience, it would seem, has never been a strong suit for the young boy, dark eyes scowling towards the bedroom door as he waits for his female companion to follow behind him as she was supposed to do. He knows already that walking back into the room will only see him tossed out once more, Birdie entirely different to Nadya in that regard, the curly haired woman continuing to refuse to allow him to see her without any clothing and yet in truth his mind is hardly given to perceive such a thing regardless. Nakedness, after all, is something neither himself nor Tetradore, in the least, have ever sought to make any such fuss over and indeed the boy has simply come to believe that Birdie alone does not understand.

"Biiiirdie."

His voice in this moment has taken on an entirely high-pitched tone like a petulant child. He is entirely assured she is taking to long, the young man content to fidget about in nervous energy, seemingly distressed by the amount of time it takes the woman to appear before he reaches automatically to grasp her hand, pulling her allowing behind him now as he near drags her through the ark and out onto the dock with excited glee, ignoring her questions entirely. He does not, perhaps, desire to fail to answer her questions entirely and yet such is the fractured design of his mind that her words have simply failed to reach him, the dark-haired deviant far to fixated upon whatever task it is his own mind has deemed as important as he near races across the dock, content to drag the unfortunate Birdie with him before one hand simply moves to point.

"Look! We are.....going to....go on......it."

'It' is an utterly unmissable cruise liner, docked for merely the day within the city, the giant white ship casting a shadow over even the Ark since it had arrived last the night. The ship's arrival however, had hardly been missed by the young Leopard, dark eyes having watched passengers move about, head tilted slightly as they packed and unpacked the travel cases that followed about them, his mind assured that such cases were surely needed upon such a boat- though the knowledge of how or why simply does not exist for a creature whom cannot comprehend the norms of society. Why he had demanded Birdie 'pack' however, has surely become clear, features lifted into a ready grin, his mind clearly having taken delight at a ship so large and opulent. For a moment the gangly young man simply pauses, dark eyes flicking from one passenger to another before seeming to fixate upon the entranceway to the ship, a number of passengers moving up and down the ramp leading onto the boat, evidently content to enjoy the dockside markets that were so frequent upon the weekend. His hand simply reaches for her own once more, pulling her along with him as he moves readily towards the ship entrance way, oblivious, it would seem, to any need for tickets or cruise passes. The Ark, after all, requires no such thing, his mind incapable of this realisation as he wanders forward with Birdie in tow- shoving past rather a number of agitated customers to move himself to the front of the line, seemingly oblivious to those around him. He is, after all, most assuredly above them, a rumbling growl within his chest spat towards an older man whom had dared to raise his voice, silencing him hurriedly as his arms fold easily across his chest in satisfaction. Without the presence of Tetradore he alone is in charge upon the Westside, the cunning feline assured of this entirely, the humans around them seeming utterly unaware of his obvious command. His volatile nature, after all, is sure to take little provocation as an attendant suddenly moves to stand before him.

Sir, I need to see your boarding passes.

For a moment the dark eyed boy simply stares, incapable of understanding what he has been asked, the outstretched hand of the attendant assuring the feline he desires something and yet what it is the boy fails to perceive, gaze narrowed slightly before he moves to abruptly grasp the mans hand, shaking about in the manner he has seen others do so many times. Hand shaking, after all, has forever seemed to allude the boy. For a moment the attendant seems equally as confused, with drawing his hand a moment later.

No, no, I need your cruise pass. Cruise. Pass.

His words become distinct, slow, as if he speaks to a child, the boys mind near instantly aggravated by such a tone, he is, after all, not a child, irritation prickling from him readily now. He does not understand and yet the tone of this man irritates him all the same, as one hand lifts to point suddenly to the left.

"Look."

It is human nature to turn, the attendant and several passengers in line behind moving to angle their heads to the side as the shaggy haired boy turns once more, grasping Raven's arm before Tetradore's power is readily summoned, the pair near instantly teleported into the shadows of the inside of the boat- several screams of alarm heard from somewhere outside as the boy simply snickers in delight before pressing further into the boat, eyes wide with delight at his discovery, following the scent of food across the polished surface of the boat before stepping from the deck, through an open door and into what is evidently a mall of sorts, an extravagant food court and buffet stretching in every direction as he turns to birdie once more.

"It is....our....holiday."

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