It was decidedly rare, in any sense, for the lanky deviant to speak about those years in which he had searched for Tetradore. Tobias having spent a great deal of his childhood merely following after his companions trail. That very affinity for so being able to find whatever and whomever he desired having developed rapidly in that time. His eventual discovery of his favoured friend and indeed those months spent with Risque were perhaps mentioned even less. Tobias' own mind distinctly good at shielding him from those memories he hardly wished to remember. Tetradore in turn rarely speaking of that time. The pair of men, it seemed, having engaged in some silent agreement that any mentions of 'Risky' were between them alone. The Leopard's head simply shaking at Raven's query now, those stuttered words attempting to answer that question all the same, Tobias oblivious to that worry that had already begun to tug at his mates thoughts, his own mind far more taken with that idea of shoving a bearded woman over.
Tobias, it seemed, despite holding some ability to tell between wrong and right was so often inclined to choose wrong. If only so to see whether or not he might be allowed to get away with it. Raven, like Tetradore, more often than not inclined to stop him and yet it hardly prevented the boy from testing those boundaries all the same. Raven equally quick to scold him for it. That very lack of empathy content to display itself potently in that moment though whether or not Tobias truly intended to push the woman over or was merely attempting to see what he might get away with remained to be seen. That sudden insistence from his mate that she could be 'bad' readily saw his own dark eyes rest upon her, that snickering sound of laughter hissing from within his throat. That strange, warped laugh echoing across that small space as his mate folded her arms across her chest, the leopard eyeing her curiously, his gaze judging that odd body language as his mind to attempted to piece together that very annoyance of sorts she so clearly felt. The deviant perhaps not truly understanding her determination to prove she could be just as 'bad' as Tetradore and himself. The use of the word 'weak' seeming to coax that scowl to his features.
Birdie was not weak- of this he was sure. Weak was a word he understood, for the most part. Weak a word he had come to treat with some measure of disdain. Birdie was not weak, no, those that were weak died. Birdie was not weak. Both that animalistic and human part of himself readily aware of her strengths. That animal side of himself near drawn to that very strength he so instinctively saw within her. Those stuttered, broken words assuring her off just that and yet he was nearly equally sure she was hardly 'bad' either. Raven was always good. Tobias so having come to recognise that as a very trait that defined her and his understanding off her. Raven was good. Always good. Tobias equally determined to assure her that she was not bad. Raven was never bad. The leopard determined that she could not be. The prospect of driving however, was enough to draw the lanky young man's attention away from that topic and toward his declaration he could drive. Tobias more often than not prone to....exaggerating his own level of skill in most things. The boy often assured he was the best. Self-confidence hardly lacking in the boy in any sense. It was with no small measure of reluctance that he agreed to allow Raven to dive that car, maybe.
Raven, he was sure, was not so good a driver as Tetra or himself. Raven was a girl. Girls could not drive good. This he knew. This he was sure off and yet he so hardly attempted to voice it. Tobias, it seemed, having learned something from his time as a 'boyfriend'. The man unwilling to suggest such a thing out loud. He was, for all his incapabilities, perfectly capable of learning those things that mattered. That sudden question on their honeymoon and where they were going to go only further prompted that almost quizzical look from the boy, Tobias so rarely inclined to ask just where Raven might like to travel. Indeed, it was rare in any sense that the deviant ever asked after the opinion of another, his mind so often incapable of perceiving those wants and needs of others and yet this time he seemed to hold a near genuine desire to....please his fiance. Her thoughts on that safari tugging at his own curiosity even if those words were lost upon him. Tobias understanding little of just what a 'safari' was in any sense. His enjoyment of those animals alone seeming to encourage his agreement to the very idea. The Lion King by far one off his favoured films.
This, it seemed, was suddenly a critical question. Tobias' gaze lingering upon his mate. Tobias near sure he would like to see those Leopards. The deviant readily heading for one of those cars then with the clear intention of merely taking it. Tetradore and himself, after all, were good at taking cars. Especially the cars that looked like this. Luxury cars by far a favoured choice of the pair. The sudden approach of that man in the red jacket however readily saw the boy scowl all over again. Raven was too slow! They could hardly steal it now! Her demand that there could be no stealing was met with a dubious look as the man approached, holding his hand out to each of them in turn.
"We are not....stealing."
Those stuttered words so suddenly uttered seemed to surprise the salesman in turn. The fellow affording the deviant a near curious look before seeming to decide that Raven was perhaps the better one to talk to. The man asking after which of those cars she was most interested in.
"We are going to....the circus!"
This sudden interruption once more seemed to perplex the fellow all over again before he, at last, held those keys out toward Raven. Tobias' arms folding over his chest in clear disapproval off this as he followed Raven to that chosen car all the same. His irritation hardly enough to prevent him riding in that car. Car rides, after all, were a favoured activity. The deviant easily climbing into the passenger seat.
"Does Birdie....know how to...drive?"
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push