It would seem indeed that the lanky deviant has not been under Risque's command nearly long enough to hold any true fear of the woman, indeed, she is little more than an annoyance within his life, the man yet to truly experience any form of violence from her, content to merely wander about after Tetradore, pleased to be at his side once more as he is assured is his place- though indeed for how long this may last cannot be said, the boy seemingly unaware that this is not merely a mere speed bump in their life's plan, but a veritable life sentence. For now however, he retains little fear and little respect for the vampire woman, failing to understand why a night time escape may have been a decidedly poor choice or that they may have already been seen. It is little more then a game to him, the implications of which his fractured mind has not comprehended. At least not yet. His steak is consumed with the same savage fury in which he consumes all his food, as if he believes someone may very well steal it, dark eyes lifting to Tetradore own plate as the man picks at his, his companions manner of eating unchanged in all these years. He always did...pick and yet always had been savagely defensive of his meals, Tobias unwilling to see if he might steal any scraps, turned towards his piece of cake as the scantily clad woman wanders forward, her feminine curves and sultry voice lost on him entirely as he simply blinks- before moving to slide his cake further away from her, eyes narrowing warily as if he suspects her of potential cake theft, turning to watch her go before he moves to stand alongside the other man, dark eyes turned upon him with question.

"What did...she want?"

He remains as utterly oblivious to women as he had when he was five years old, his sole male role model having been absent from his life for the past 16 years and as such it would seem he has skipped rather a number of life's lessons. Snorting slightly in indifference, lips licking at his lips in evident enjoyment of his meal he moves to take the lead once more, weaving easily in and out of the small gatherings of people and towards one of the smaller, outside rings, centre stage evidently reserved for the more well-known fighters, something to work towards it would seem as the shaggy haired boy moves towards the man with the clipboard standing beside the smaller ring, gesturing briefly to Tetra and himself in these moments.

"We...want to play."

The dark skinned man moves to adjust his glasses in some effort to better see the pair before him, one eye lifting ever so slightly as the sight of the green-eyed man, an unfamiliar face, the leopard boy far more well-known, if only for his infamous record within the singles duels they held each year. The man moved to offer a shrug of sorts, gesturing to the ring behind him. Fine, you're up, you've gotta start from the bottom though. Each win sees you climb higher up the ladder, if you get to the top you have to face the current doubles champions, you win, you take the money and the title, got it? Two ways to win, pin your opponent for ten seconds, or toss them out of the ring entirely, try not to kill 'em, if either of you die management takes no responsibility for your deaths. Your up against Si and Am, don't laugh- they take it personally. Tobias is content to simply stare once more, having understood very little of the mans hurried speech, head tilting slightly in an effort to assure himself the man has finished his irritating talking before he simply grips the side of the ring and leaps in, are feet landing against the soft sand at the base, waiting for Tetra to climb in beside him before a bell rings, a small crowd having paused momentarily to watch what is evidently two ten year old twin boys scramble onto the opposite side of the ring, the boys proceeding to high five in evident camaraderie before turning to face their much older opponents.

"They are....kittens."

Evident surprise touches the deviant's voice, dark eyes widening slightly, evidently never before having been placed in front of a child, let alone two, quite unsure as to what is expected of him, turning briefly towards his emerald-eyed companion in some search for guidance before the twins abruptly shift into......a pair of Siamese cats. Whatever words caught upon the dark-haired mans lips failed to eventuate as one of the boys proceeded to launch at his face, attempting to wrap himself around the older man in a frenzy of scratching, the second propelled at Tetradores left leg, small, yet sharp claws locking onto it like a scratching post, clawing and climbing as he goes, evidently aiming to simply go upward- slashing everything in his wake before attempting to sink his teeth into the man's thigh. Little more than a startled yelp is pulled from the shaggy-haired boy as one claw pierces his right ear before he grabs the boy by the scruff, ripping him free of his face only to launch him straight out of the ring and across the room, the little boy shifting back mere moments later before bursting into tears, Tobias pivoting in place to kick the second boy like a football from Tetradore's leg.

"Get the hell...off...him!"

The second twin is sent flying in much the same manner, hissing and spitting as a member of the crowd reaches to catch him, startled on lookers seeming unable to decide wether to clap or not, resulting in a belated round of applause as Tobias simply grins. A victory after all, is a victory.

"I like this game."

His grin however is given to falter slightly as the bell simply rings again, the two men that now leap into the ring far more...adapt, it would seem, then previous children they had been challenged by. One, a short, balding man that abruptly shifts into a rather muscular pit bull, the second, a taller blonde following suit, leaping forward, shifting mid-air into a rather impressive and well-armoured stag, hooves slamming against the ground as he lands, charging straight for the pair, content to impale at least one of them on the rear wall, the pit bull taking off after his partner as Tobias' gaze narrows readily now.

"Which one...do you want, Tetra?"

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push