His eyelashes fluttered open abruptly at that slick sensation of Tobias' tongue against his cheek. The Were-King was altogether oblivious of the distinctly unusual scene that Mira had unknowingly walked into. In fact, it wasn't until Tobias reached forward to boop his nose a final time that the Alpha finally saw fit to move. He reached forward, shoving his companion from his place on top of him, only for the boy to tumble into a heap upon the floor of Tetradore's bedroom. The deviant's cry of alarm went altogether ignored by the Alpha as Tetradore commanded his companion put on clothes. The blank stare he was presented with was hardly anything new. The look was one Tobias often sported when the hysteria of his mind clouded any sense of sanity. Rather than dwell on it, Tetradore's fingers rose to run through his curly locks as the blankets pooled around his waist. A soft yawn echoed upon his lips, Mira's laughter the only distraction from Tobias' clear confusion as the boy toyed with his thin singlet. There Were-King's gaze turned towards her as Mira offered to give them a 'moment'. A scoff left Tetradore's lips as he waved off the woman's clearly good-natured offer. Like hell did he have any desire to spend any further moment with Tobias' tongue on his cheek! The emerald of his irises fluttered back towards the gangly man upon his bedroom floor, his eyes met the dark, depthless hue of Tobias' as the boy plucked at his 'shirt'. "I meant winter clothes, Tobias." He clarified, all the while certain those words would too mean nothing to the boy.
Tetradore turned his attention away from that unblinking stare he was beset with, only to announce he had every intention of rising from the comfortable depths of his bed. Mira's glimpse of dubiousness hardly went unnoticed by the man, prompting several words of protested insistence as he pulled back those warm sheets. The vibrant hue of his irises followed Mira around the room as she tugged neatly at the 'roof' of that pillow fort that she'd built the last evening she'd spent within his company, only for the woman to comment that she was well aware of how long it took him to get out of bed. Tetradore could hardly help that roll of his eyes, even as he stretched out his muscular figure. "I don't remember you complaining, last time." He teased as the Alpha made his way towards the bathroom with the assurance that he needed ten minutes at the very least to prepare for their adventure ahead. He paused at the threshold of his bathroom, only to demand his best friend choose a sweater if they intended to go out for the day's adventure. After all, if his frosted windows were anything to go by, it was surely cold outside in the blustery winter weather. Despite that momentary distraction, however, Tetradore was hardly oblivious to the wrinkled nose of distaste that his gesture towards the sofa had received. Really, he hadn't thought she hated his sofa that much. At least, he was certain it was comfortable. Mira's reminder that he hardly needed a shower, however, only caused a shudder to run down his spine as the back of his hand reached up to rub against his cheek. God, he definitely needed to wash his face off.
Tetradore all but disappeared within the depths of the bathroom with another lingering yawn upon his lips. How tempting it was to step into the warmth of the shower and yet, even he knew himself better than to believe himself capable of escaping the heat in under that promised ten minutes. Instead, the Were-King saw to his other needs - particularly washing his face from where Tobias had slobbered all over him. He could hear, faintly, the muffled sounds of both Mira and Tobias' voices as the pair quickly came to some sort of 'deal' for an exchange of...something. Though really Tetradore suspect it was some sort of a sugary treat of some kind to prompt his Beta into some sort of action. He could hear the stomping of Tobias' feet against the carpet, the deviant marching out his bedroom while Tetradore busied himself with a thorough brushing of his teeth. The Alpha emerged from the bathroom just in time to witness Tobias deposit a collection of sweaters in a heap at Mira's feet - most having gone largely unworn and thus, their condition still remained startlingly akin to 'new'. He glanced only vaguely at the pair as Mira sifted through those sweaters to find one she deemed acceptable. Tetradore, instead, meandered towards his own closet as he pulled a turtleneck of his own from the depths of his wardrobe, his cotton pants replaced with jeans. His outfit completed with warm, cozy socks and a pair of short, black boots.
With clothes figured out, Tetradore meandered towards his bedside table as Tobias wrestled with putting on the sweater Mira had finally decided on. The Alpha slipped his black leather wallet into his back pocket, only to reach for his father's watch - the timepiece had been taken off the previous evening before he had showered. He was hardly attentive to the treat Tobias was offerend, nor the manner at which the boy consumed the plastic wrapper with the peppermint in the process. Instead, his fingers worked diligently, fastening the watch to his wrist as he turned to face the pair. He snatched a jacket off of the back of his desk chair, the Alpha in the process of pulling it over his shoulders when Tobias' voice drew the striking emerald hue of his eyes. For a moment, he stared blankly at his companion, as if he had failed to process Tobias' observation. Slowly, his gaze shifted towards the young woman, though it hardly lingered long upon Mira. "Uhh...." He uttered, entirely unsure of how to answer....well, that. He was almost thankful, really, for the distraction, Tobias' abrupt disappearance caused, the boy's bellowing voice near echoing within the steel hull of the ship. A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips, his head shook ever so slightly before his hand reached out to Mira. "Shall we go join him? Before he just...runs off on his own?" He inquired with a small simper toying at the corner of his lips. Tetradore waited only long enough for her hand to settle within his own before those shadows raced forward to envelop them - the pair reappearing but moments later at the very entrance of the Ark.
The cold was a stark contrast compared to the heated comfort of his bed. Tetradore pulled his jacket tighter around him, his hands quickly disappearing into his pockets in some vain effort to preserve the warmth around them. "Come on, Tobias." He called out to his best friend and yet, the deviant hardly required much coaxing before the boy was practically running to join them. Tetradore was more than content to lead the way towards the festival, the streets quickly becoming more crowded the closer and closer they got to the event. The buildings themselves quickly began to shift too - those drab dark establishments of the west soon lighting up, rimmed in Christmas lights and garland in an overly festive manner as the West gave way to the Southern neighborhoods. The snow crunched underfoot, and yet, the sky above seemed blissfully blue with but a bite of the cold winter nipping at his cheeks. Faintly the sound of Christmas carols echoed over speakers overhead, drowned out by the laughter of children rushing by. "Do you....smell that?" Tetradore inquired, his chin tilting back ever so slightly further sniff the air above. He could smell it already - delectable fudge and warm hot chocolate, heated apple cider and freshly baked cookies. Dear God, yes, please.
this is how it feels to be lost