It is perhaps, one of the truly rare occasions in which the shaggy-haired deviant remains entirely asleep, his form sprawled across the floor of his bedroom in much the same 'sleep where he fell' notion that his children downstairs were so currently entangled within themselves. With Raven having gone to the park, Nadya busy and Tetradore within the confines of the shower he feared so desperately Tobias had merely returned to his own room. The boy entirely capable of falling asleep whenever and wherever he chose, lanky from sprawled amongst his toys and across the wooden floor. Movement from Tetradore however, much less the sound of the mans voice seems to rouse him entirely, fathomless dark eyes blinking rapidly into wakefulness, the sound of his name shouted into the hall readily seeing that bare-footed bandit scramble to his feet. The notion of 'plastic thingies' sees his own head tilt, wild dark hair tumbling into his gaze before he makes some attempt to open his own bedroom door- oblivious to the child proof lock upon it that had, so unfortunately, sealed him within. For several moments the boy it content to tug at it, eyes widening in clear surprise, oblivious to Jackals attempts upon the other side to actually attempt to unlock it.

"Tetra! I...am stuck."

Even his own fractured mind is capable of understanding the manner by which a door is used, his head tilted to the side once more in evident confusion as to why the door has so ceased to obey him, agitation rapidly beginning to rise within him. An irritable muttering of sorts rises from within his lips, dark eyes narrowed dangerously upon the door, the boy a decidedly impatient creature when he should choose to be and indeed, here and now he has been called by Tetradore- Tobias forever in possession of a desire to come when called. One of the few areas in which he was most assuredly reliable. At least when it was Tetra given to summon him. The vast majority of others decidedly ignored. His tolerance for the door however has reached it's limit, the lanky deviant stepping back until he reaches the far wall of his bedroom- his shift instantaneous, skin replaced with leopard fur before he barrels suddenly forward to propel himself at full force into the door- the sound of fracturing, splintering wood echoing through out as the door is blasted from its hinges- toppling onto the unfortunate Jackal upon the other side.

Tobias remains oblivious to the little Mexican's plight, the boy blundering down the hall in search of his companion now, his Leopard form leaping easily over the gate at the bottom of the stairs- curiosity rapidly having ceased him now. His animal form shifts once more, fur falling away and back to his human skin, mercifully fully clothed, hands reaching for the packet of 'white thingies' Tetradore had so required assistance with.

"Is....a toy?"

His attention rests expectantly upon his Alpha once more, evidently oblivious as to what the white objects are for, before he moves to abruptly to tear the packet open with perhaps far more energy than is surely needed- the plastic things exploding in every direction as Tobias merely stands with clear bewilderment as to how it has occurred at all, eyes moving critically across the scattered parts.

"It...attacked me."

This, he is sure, is the very reason such a thing has occurred- his attention flicking to his children, Nadya and back to the his favoured companion seated upon the floor, Tobias abruptly seating himself beside the green-eyed man and amongst the scattered plastic devices.

"Tetra.....my door is....sick."

Sick, he is sure, is the perfect explanation for the fact he no longer has a door, eyes watching his companion with clear care lest the man prove to be annoyed. Tobias so notable attuned to even his Alpha's most subtle of moods before those long fingers pluck a plastic white thing from the floor. This time hold it towards Nadya.

"What is...it for?"

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