That the very woman they had come to say might have been less than thrilled to see Tobias himself had hardly occurred to the boy. Tobias so often oblivious to those social norms that others so often seemed to take for granted. The lanky deviant failing to understand in any sense just what about his presence might alarm that unfortunate woman. The leopard nothing if not decidedly...direct when he chose to be. His hand lifting to point at the woman before promptly assuring her off exactly what Raven and himself desired. That brass hairbrush that was suddenly hurled forcefully at his head was entirely unexpected, the handle colliding with his forehead as Tobias yelped, the brush clattering to the ground at his feet as the deviant glance between the brush and the woman critically- as if attempting to decide who to blame for that dull ache above his eye as Raven hurriedly attempted to intervene. Just what his own mate was saying was all but lost upon him. Tobias growling at that hairbrush as if that sound alone might deter it from daring to attack him again only for several more objects to be hurled in his direction. The shaggy-haired deviant, this time, diving clear off those very objects as the woman took advantage off that newly opened space to rush for the door. Raven's own affinity slamming it shut- entrapping that terrified, angry woman with them inside that small trailer space. Raven's insistence they needed to keep the woman calm readily seeing his gaze flick toward his own mate and back to the woman again. Tobias' features frowning slightly, the boy making a distinct effort to keep his own words....quiet.
"You need to be....calm!"
His finger lifted to point at the bearded woman again, that sentence, though calm, far more an order then it truly was any sort of suggestion. Tobias evidently content to believe he could demand the woman calm down. This only seeming to irritate her once more as she frantically attempted to open that door, demanding Raven open it as she did. Tobias' own gaze glanced briefly down toward the floor and that pile of objects that had been hurled at him, the boy reaching down to grasp that pair of scissors. He was not supposed to touch scissors- that he knew. Yes. No scissors for Tobi and yet Tetradore was hardly hear to tell him otherwise, the young man's fingers reaching to touch at those points in a curious fascination of sorts before the shouting of the bearded woman, whom was attempting to attack Raven with a stool, readily seemed to draw his attention. Another irritable growl rising within his throat then, Tobias decidedly protective of what he believed to be his own- Raven falling distinctly within that category.
Those scissors were easily tucked behind his back then, Tobias sneaking closer to that woman whom seemed far busier with Raven in that moment and attempting to fight the wolf off. The leopard a decidedly sneaky creature when he chose to be, his bare feet padding quickly across that floor to all but lunge at the poor woman. This, it seemed, hardly the 'calm' approach Raven had been attempting. Tobias fingers reached out readily to grasp the woman's beard only to swing those scissors across it and very near cut half of it off! The boy rather proudly holding up that hair then only to be shoved backward by the woman, those scissors fortunately thrown aside as he collided with the back wall.
"Birdie! Open....the door!"
He waited only so long as it took that door to fly open before the boy dodged around that semi-bearded lady only to grasp Raven's hand in his own and all but leap through that open door with his mate in tow. Tobias easily pivoted in place then to grasp that door and close it behind him, a broom grabbed readily from the side of the trailer to be jammed against that handle- the unfortunate woman locked within her own trailer. Tobias nodding with satisfaction before proudly turning to show that hair to Birdie once more.
That ready grin found his lips, Tobias leaning forward to press his lips to his mates own in that sudden moment of affection, that hair tucked into his pocket where he kept all those secret things before he lent gently away. The womans banging readily seeing several people stare suspiciously at that door and yet- the sounds of that fairground all but drowned out her shouting. Tobias appearing decidedly pleased with himself even if Raven, perhaps, was not.
He paused then, those dark eyes lingering upon his undoubtedly flustered mate. Tobias so waiting until he had her attention upon him. The deviant having become decidedly good at understanding that need for eye contact and the very notion he was required to look at others when they were so looking at him. That very touch of gold all but finding his gaze then, flaring somewhere within the depths of those dark pools before being all but swallowed up once more. Those stuttered lyrics tumbling from his lips then, that lopsided grin lingering for longer than it normally did.
"I...do love you."
It was rare, in every sense, for Tobias to say those words out loud. The vast majority of that city surely believing the boy incapable in any sense- both of saying that very word and understanding it and yet he so lifted his hand upward in that moment, his fingers brushing over that ring on his hand. Tobias so evidently displaying some understanding of both that love and indeed that upcoming wedding. The boy leaning forward to press his lips with surprising gentleness to her forehead in a truly tender moment.
"I did...not like her.....throwing.....a chair at...you."
His hand gestured briefly to that door then, that very tenderness, it seemed, sparked by that very concern he had somewhere within himself for the fact she might well have been hurt, though whether he understood or even acknowledged his own role within it remained to be seen.The boy frowning once more as if attempting to piece together those further words, that internal struggle surely clear before he managed that sentence at last. A decidedly meaningful sentence at that.
"Husbands have to....protect their wives. This I....know. Even from...chairs."
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push