Raven, ever patient, so obediently took his hand as he held it out to her, the deviant eagerly leading his companion from the kitchen and towards the stairs that led up to the bedrooms and rooms above. His query of why the others had been laughing at him readily seemed to prompt some level of consideration in Raven in turn. The young woman, perhaps, attempted to consider a way in which her explanation might mean something to Tobias in turn- when words so rarely ever did. His fascination with asking 'why' of late had was near as much curiosity as it was his own simple liking for the word and the sound of it. Whether or not he truly desired an answer so remained to be seen. Whether or not Tobias was ever given to truly listen was an equally debatable topic. Raven's words, in the very least, so managed to draw his gaze towards her as she attempted to explain innuendo and his unintended use of the very thing. The notion of sex was, in the least, distinctly familiar to the deviant. Tobias so understanding that very act and the pleasures that came with it. Both that human and animalistic side of himself distinctly enjoyed it- when Raven could be coaxed into allowing it. The idea that now, however, was the time for such a thing readily prompted that scowl to the man's features as his head shook.
"No time....for that....now."
The idea that such things were private and better not talked about in public was yet another rule of society the lanky leopard had perhaps not mastered entirely. After all, social constructs, in even their most basic form, were distinctly difficult for the man to master. Those more advanced ideas about what was and was not 'right' to talk about was often far beyond him entirely. Tobias, after all, so hardly feared to share any topic. Raven's declaration met with a near curious look. The woman, so unfortunately, falling back into that veritable trap.
It was fortunate, perhaps, that the shaggy-haired man's attention so quickly shifted from Raven and toward that obscurely wrapped package that rested upon the bed as the pair made it up to their shared bedroom. Raven had so barely been given a chance to so much as look at that package before Tobias moved to lift it into his arms and all but push it into her own. The poor woman was forced to grasp at that cumbersome package as she attempted to lay it upon the bed to better hold it up. Tobias' dark gaze watched near expectantly as his wife began to, attempt, to open that parcel. The sheer effort with which it seemed to require only further appeared to delight the Nightshade Beta. Part of that gift giving, after all, was surely the challenge of opening the box! Tetradore and himself, for years, had practiced giving those gifts that took no small amount of effort to open. Tobias so hardly having realised that those 'puzzle boxes' had begun as an effort to keep him occupied while the rest of their family enjoyed opening presents. Tobias, even as a child, so possessing that distinctly feline passion for obsessing over wrapping paper or attempting to sit in any box he was presented with. Tetradore, he was certain, possessed the same habits. Even if the other man hid it well. Ravens' very praise of his efforts only furthered that grin.
"I wrapped it....good."
Raven tore through that coloured paper and ribbon only to reach a layer of newspaper, followed by a layer of clothing. His wifes soft mutterings and gentle shake of her head were all but ignored. Tobias long since having become accustomed to such gestures. Such things, after all, were surely decidedly common around anyone given to spend any length of time with the boy. Raven, at last, managed to reach the first of those gifts within. The matching blue hat, scarf and gloves prompting a wide grin to the woman's features. Tobias, in turn, readily mimicking that look.Raven offered that same grin right back before she reached for the pan lid that had fallen to the side. This gift prompted at least some explanation from the man. That gift, while obscure, was so surely an effort to include Raven in his games. A decided privilege. Tobias, after all, was rarely inclined to anyone within that near....private world of his own mind. Raven's insistence that she liked those gifts only further brightened that grin upon his features before she asked after where he had stolen them from- that very question seeming to coax a look of....confusion to his features as Tobias' gaze dropped from his mate to those blue clothes and back again. His brow furrowed boy clearly...struggling to find some sort of answer within the confines of his fractured mind.
That he did not remember where that gift came from was certainly....unusual in every sense. Tobias rarely inclined to forget things so recent within his memory. The vast majority of those things he had forgotten, or seemingly so, far within his past and yet that answer was nothing short of genuine. Raven's lips pressed softly to his own, Tobias seemingly snapped from that consideration as the boy so abruptly shook his head as if attempting to clear it before his gaze returned to Raven once more. That frustration at his forgotten memory seemed to disappear as quickly as it came.Especially with Raven's insistence she intended to cover his face with that sweater.
"Birdie! Sweaters do not....go on....faces!"
Of this he was certain. Any further protest however was muffled beneath that sweater as it fell onto his face, covering his eyes entirely. Tobias, for nwt, content to remain obedient. The boy seemed to find a ready amusement in his covered head before Raven suddenly pulled that sweater away. Tobias blinked within that light, his dark hair flopping into his equally dark eyes, his hair as shaggy as ever and entirely in need of cutting. Raven's lips pressed to his own again, the Leopard eagerly returning that gesture before his attention shifted to the boxes Raven gestured toward. Presents! That near childish excitement seems to seize him readily as he reached for the first box coloured in red and green. Christmas gifts he understood, at least to some extent. The idea of marriage gifts was....curious of his mind. His own inability to perceive time perhaps hardly affording him that knowledge that they had been married for well over a year. Years to Tobias, after all, held so little meaning. The mean inclined to live right within the moment of each and every day. That new video game fell readily into his lap. The picture alone so assuring him of just what it was. The man content to mutter several phrases of pleasure beneath his breath. Tobias distinctly pleased to show that new game to Tetradore before he reached for those new toy animals. How he adored those new animals! The boy reached eagerly for the elephant and buffalo, his fingers running over each slope and point of the creatures before they were set to the side with delight. His attention shifting then to that black leather jacket.
This, it seemed, was the most significant of those gifts. At least to Tobias' mind. The boy, after all, so desperately strove to be just as his beloved companion was. His disdain for clothing, in that moment, all but forgotten as his fingers ran over that leather.
How he loved to be given gifts. That veritable haul already much coveted. Raven shifted then, coming to sit on the bed beside him before picking up that blue and white box and gesturing for him to open it. Those other gifts, for now, were put to the side. Tobias reached to pluck at the ribbon of that new box before opening it to eye the book within. His features shifted to a look of confusion once more as his mind struggled to comprehend that very thing. His fingers reached to touch those silver letters. That touch, it seemed, was near critical in helping him understand that gift as his dark eyes shifted to the picture of Raven and himself upon the front cover before he allowed his wife to open that book for him. Each of those pages contained a different picture, the man content to turn each one slowly, Tobias eyeing each photo with distinct care before moving to the next. How much more readily his mind agreed with pictures instead of words. Each of those images sorted and stored within his mind one after the other. Tobias easily recognising himself and his mate within those pictures even if he could not, so exactly, remember those individual moments.
Raven's explanation of that book saw his gaze shift to meet the blue of her own. The idea that he was supposed to gift 'paper' saw his own glance toward the wrapping paper upon the bed. Toias assured such a thing was paper and that he had, thereby, given the right gift. Even if he so hardly understood it. Raven's query on whether he liked that book however saw his own head nod.
How simple that answer and yet how decidedly meaningful. That singular word uttered with no pause or hesitation. Tobias shifted then to press his lips to Raven's cheek in that gesture of affection he had, over time, readily learned to show. It was that picture of the stork with the white cloth however that seemed to draw his focus then, his finger reaching to point to it.
A grin of sorts seemed to find his lips then. Some part of his mind seeming to grasp the....humour in that nickname he had for her and that picture of that bird within the book. Tobias so glanced toward Raven once more then as if searching for some confirmation that amusement was well placed.
"Why does.....it have.....a.....bag?"