It is the most delightful of games in the mind of that deviant creature, Tobias so hurriedly racing about the room armed with a myriad of plastic things. It is, perhaps, a decidedly unusual use of his power ad yet a talent he retains all the same to so find each and every power socket in which to place a plastic device and so plug. Tobias finding several hidden, well dusted circuits that were surely no longer in use and indeed perhaps held no power at all and yet ones that he proceed to plug all the same as he races from one end of the ship to the other in a decided enthusiasm for these newest of games. It pleases him, in some fashion, to so please Tetradore in turn. Tobias in possession of a desire of sorts to achieve praise from his chosen companion alone- all others decidedly unimportant to him, his mind holding dangerously little respect for any other and yet without any true ability to force that respect upon him as Tetradore had but once so proven the boy remains entirely assured they hold no authority over himself. Nadya in perhaps the most precarious of positions, Tobias unconvinced of any supposed position above him the woman so often seems content to take and in turn there is that part of him that sees Nadya simply as a sibling, one to be bickered with, protected, never harmed and yet mother of his children or otherwise the boy holds no true regard for her authority over him. It is for Tetradore alone he so completes that task, the man failing to understand in any sense that the gate his companion worked upon, just as those plastic things within his hands, were entirely for the benefit of those infants. Tobias rarely understanding any of their daily activities, indeed, he simply mimics those about him in this daily game of life.

He returns readily to Tetra's side in that moment, so declaring himself to be finished, his attention held imploringly upon the other man now, seeking some assurance he had so achieved this goal before Nadya speaks- those fathomless dark eyes returning to the woman now as he peers towards her beneath those lashings of dark hair. It is curiosity alone that sees him follow the woman towards that playpen, Tobias eyeing his own offspring almost warily before Nadya proceeds to open those containers, crouching down before the children with a plastic fork in hand before so proceeding to feed them. For several moments still the man simply proceeds to watch, as if anticipating something of interest to occur, Nadya surely having not called his attention over to merely watch his own kittens eat- those jars of food suddenly pressed within his own hands- the scent of fruit distinctly displeasing to the near entirely carnivorous creature. This bribery however, is entirely within his abilities to understand, Nadya seeking to have him mimic her own actions in return for those promised sugary sweets.

"Yes."

He utters at last, so seeming to agree to this deal before he allows his overly long legs to fold into a seated position with one child upon each side. His features frown readily, the boy attempting to place even one piece of food upon that fork as it continued to slip off, a mutter of agitation hissing between his lips before the boy proceeds to toss the fork entirely. A fortunate thing perhaps, Tobias so rarely allowed any form of pointed object if only for the havoc he so often remained content to unleash with them. He moves instead to press those containers towards his children, one hand reaching out to his daughters own, taking Isabella's hand and placing it within the container until the children proceed to grasp that piece of fruit, lifting it to her own lips, the boy proceeding to do the same with Micah until both children had grasped their own food with their hands in a manner Tobias is assured is more correct. It is unfortunate, simply, that very little food is so given to find their mouths in this fashion, neither child seeming content to actually feed themselves and yet those shrieks of utter delight at this food throwing game between the pair echo entirely throughout the room. The children hardly fed and yet hardly crying either, Tobias own grin momentarily playing upon his features, some part of him, it seemed, entirely inclined to respond to that childish laughter.

"Naddy...."

He seeks, briefly, to draw the woman's attention away from the gate, the boy seemingly unconcerned by the children's continued food throwing in every direction.

"This food.....is wrong.....is not.....meat. Why not.....meat?"

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