Raven's efforts to explain that saying in the wake of his efforts to follow those scribbled, marble lines readily seemed to see the boys features frown once more. The idea of 'sayings' was a distinctly difficult one. The notion that words did not always mean what they pretended to mean perhaps a concept to advanced for his own manner of thinking. Tobias was, by no means, unintelligent in any sense. Rather the shaggy-haired deviant was inclined to think in a different way, in a different manner and on a level unseen by most. After all, people so often feared what they did not understand. They feared the unpredictable. Tobias inclined to be both those things when the mood should strike him. His way of thinking distinctly unique and yet too- his intelligence was much the same. Different. Incapable of measure by tests designed to test what was 'normal'. His ability to simply survive far beyond most and too- his ability to recover for any emotional trauma seemingly without match. Still, that concept of words existed all the same, the boy struggling to understand words in most instances let alone those that did not mean what they pretended to mean. That scowl only deepening at Raven's effort to compare 'who knows' with 'go to hell' as a place one could not really go.
"Why can't you.....go to....hell?"
Religion was hardly a concept the pair had discussed in any sense. Heaven and hell ideas that hardly existed for the man. The feline once more taking those words entirely literally if only to ask why they couldn't go to hell. His mind readily assured hell was a place and one they could surely reach if they tried. It was fortunate, perhaps, that Tobias' attention span was decidedly limited. The idea of words readily forgotten as his hand suddenly pointed down toward the end of the park. His free hand reached to grasp his mates own, that exclamation on his lips as he all but took off toward that statue at the far end, the unfortunate Raven dragged behind him as he ran near half the length of the park. Much to the amusement of several people around them. The boy coming to a halt beneath that statue of Leonardo and his students. Tobias gesturing to the 'bearded woman' he believed he had discovered. Those long italian dress robes and long hair so many of them had assuring him these were indeed...odd women.
That Raven was not nearly so thrilled about his discovery hardly seemed to occur to him. Tobias readily searching for a way up if only to remove that needed beard from the statue. His mate reaching out to snatch his hand as he turned to eye her almost warily. Her insistence that this was an intelligent man saw his features wrinkle. Those fathomless dark eyes glancing toward the statue, to Raven and back again as if attempting to deduce whether or not this was a lie. Birdie....did not lie to him. No. No. Yet his understanding of those gender differences was near black and white. His hand lifted to that statue again.
"He is....wearing a.....dress!"
That rather loud statement saw several other people around them snicker. Several more looking decidedly offended at the idea of their national hero so portrayed as a woman. Tobias afforded little chance to argue as Raven begun to tug him away from that statue. The boy content to mutter about men-women beneath his breath as they moved. That touch to his chain and kiss to his cheek readily seeking to distract him all the same. Her comment about that child seeing his head tilt slightly, those dark eyes shifting back towards the children that ran or played scattered throughout the park. The boy seeming to respond to that word though whether or not it seemed to inspire thoughts off his own remained to be seen. His children from nadya perhaps helping to soften the man's demeanor toward them overall. Those protective instincts decidedly potent when they chose to be. His head suddenly nodded.
"Yes. Children are....small."
Their size, it seemed, was reason enough for that care. His head nodded once more as if to further affirm that fact before his mate suggested that walk and exercise. Tobias content to mutter to himself once more though whether or not he disliked the idea of walking or was simply content to talk to himself remained to be seen. The leopard peering back at that statue you once more before falling into step beside his mate. That park, after all, was filled with other men. Tobias so refusing to allow even one of them near him- or his Birdie. Those possessive instincts as strong as ever as he lingered beside her. The shrieks of delight of several more children as they raced passed readily drew his gaze, those dark eyes watching them as they ran before a small group of girls saw him pause. Tobias reaching out for Birdie's arm to bring her to a halt in turn before abruptly striding toward that group of children only to walk right passed them- and towards a stand selling those small bottles of bubble mixture the children were paying with. Tobias snatching one from that table only to hold it toward Raven.
That seller behind that stand so failed to appear impressed in turn, that angry italian escaping him then as Tobias merely turned to face him. For all his abilities to speak both spanish and english the man seemed incapable of recognising other languages when they were offered to him. Tobias gesturing back to raven holding those bubbles now.
"It is the....breath of.....fish!"
The baffled look from the italian man readily seemed to prompt him into silence if only for a moment. Tobias gesturing to that bottle and back to the children blowing bubbles with that very mixture. Those words repeated again.
"Fish....use bubble to.....breath....under water. It is....breath of...fish."
Well.....he wasn't wrong.
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push