The night was clear, cold and open. The skies above alight with millions upon millions of stars. Their beauty was a distinctly undeniable canvas of indisputable glory seen all the more clearly from one of the plethora of decks that made up the Ark and yet......such things were utterly wasted on the shaggy haired deviant. Tobias did not care for stars anymore then he cared for beauty. His mind, simply, did not recognise such things in any real fashion. The world existed as it existed. Nothing more and nothing less. Beauty so merely fell into a simple layer of black or white for the lanky leopard. He either liked something, or he did not. His mind failed to question the why behind such preferences. It was, perhaps, far too fractured for that. He did not dislike stars. He simply did not care about them. His dark gaze instead was far more focused on the water within the glass bottom pool he rested above. Sprawled out atop the diving board hung over the pristine water, Tobias, within that half-shifted state, allowed his tail to hang from the board itself. The rest of his figure lay atop his stomach, his clawed hands folded together to make a pillow for his chin, his head peering neatly over the edge of the diving board to cast his gaze to the water below- and the super cars visible beneath it. Those leopard ears, atop his head, flickered with each faint movement and yet the boy paid the sounds of the Ark's patrons beginning to arrive little heed. Tonight he was far more fascinated with his self-imposed vigil. The boy often took delight in watching those cars beneath the water in the same fashion as he did watching the water above when he was in the garage below.

Tobias did not like water. That cold, soaking liquid firmly firmly into the realm of his disdain and yet its existence...fascinated him. To some degree. The water was clearly trapped within the pool. It could not get out and yet still, a wariness of sorts lingered upon the man's features as his unblinking gaze remained focused. Tetradore would not be awake for another hour or so. Tobias, as was often his way, had awoken before his beloved companion. The lanky deviant having crawled out from his sleeping place beneath Tetradores bed and- satisfied his chosen alpha was hardly within the grips of a nightmare- Tobias had taken to his patrol of the eternity of the Ark. The boy had a habit of prowling those hallways and decks and bedrooms and arenas at obscure, random times of the day and night. His schedule for such patrols was as unpredictable as the man himself and yet the safety of that pack was...important. It was his job, after all, to protect his pack. To protect Tetradore. A job the deviant seized with vicious delight. Tetradore, after all, was perhaps one of the only beings Tobias had ever formed but any true attachment too. His loyalty to his chosen companion was utterly unquestionable. The boy a veritable shadow of his Alpha. It was only with that patrol completed that Tobias had scrambled into the diving board. The springing, rocking motion beneath his feet was...amusing to him. His feline reflexes assured his balance as he took up his reclining position. The young man seemingly content to fixate upon the pool for the next hour or so until Tetradore woke. At least, he would have been, if not for the sound of another.

The man's ears rotated atop his head at the sound of the woman's footsteps atop the deck, the scent carried upon the breeze so already informing him of just who this was. He knew Harley's scent, even if he had only been within the raven-haired woman's presence a handful of times. She belonged to tetradore. Yes. His property. Yes. That alone so assuring the deviant made no move to chase her from the deck. Tetra, after all, had given him no orders to do as such and yet his dark gaze rotated to fixate upon her as she moved about. The woman was seemingly oblivious to the semi-feline who followed her every moment. The faint sound of but one of his claws upon the diving board seemed to prompt the woman to glance backward and yet- her violet gaze hardly travelled upward as she wandered back the way she had come. Why she was here, let alone what she wanted, so hardly mattered to Tobias in any sense. His mind, after all, was so hardly inclined to question the 'whys' of the world. It did not matter, after all. Harley was here. He would watch her. It was that sudden shout of 'Marco' however that seemed to prompt the deviant's head to raise, his ears folding backward as his distinctly human features shifted into a deliberate scowl. Tobias remained resting upon his stomach, his arms and legs however, were positioned in a distinctly....cat like fashion. One that blurred the line between human and animal that Tobias walked so very neatly as his tail lashed behind him in irritation.

"Not...Marco!"

That shout was sure to capture the dark-haired woman's attention as she no doubt turned to face him at last. Tobias took that moment to push himself upright, the boy shifting to seat himself in a far more human fashion as he legs dangled off the edge of the board, his bare feet swinging within the air- even if that leopard tail continued to flick beside him. His dark gaze fixated firmly upon Harley once more with a clear and distinct disdain.

"I am....Tobias. Not....Marco."

Harley, clearly, had forgotten his name. The boy evidently took a distinct affront to that very crime. He was, after all, not Marco. No. No. He was Tobias!