It was the sound of Mira's feminine voice that drew the Were-King from his efforts to properly dress himself, his very name briefly saw the Alpha poke his head out of the closet. His emerald eyes darted over the sweater Mira held up and yet, it hardly mattered to him what decorated the chest of Tobias' clothing so much as the simple fact that he wore anything. "Uh..yeah. Definitely." He agreed, even if Tetradore was only half aware of what he was even agreeing to in the first place. He was quick to return to his own task at hand, pulling a warm sweater over his own fit physique before he made his way towards his desk to grab the leather jacket that dangled over the back of his office chair. He was oblivious of the weight of Mira's gaze upon him, much less Tobias' observations in turn as he focused upon his own task at hand. He had only just pulled the warm jacket over his shoulders when Tobias' declaration caused him to halt abruptly. The vibrancy of his irises turned towards the woman in question, Mira's exclamation of the deviant boy's name only further assuring the truth of that very statement and yet, the Alpha found himself utterly at a loss for words.
He knew, of course, that Mira enjoyed his company, at least intimately and yet he had never truly considered whether or not she found him...attractive in any manner. Such idle considerations simply failed to exist in the Were's mind when his thoughts were so often focused upon both the pack and the chaos that so tended to accompany his evenings. That her thoughts lingered upon him...upon his physique even in the presence of others was a...startling new revelation for the Were-King - one that was followed by the even more astonishing one that he didn't mind it if her gaze should wander to him. He hardly had a moment to react to those considerations, however, before Tobias quickly vanished from the room, the boy revealing some level of awareness of his own antics as he left Mira and Tetradore alone with one another. Mira's efforts to explain away the awkwardness that so assaulted the pair drew the man's gaze back towards the slender curves of her figure, only to find himself presented with a candy.
The peppermint caused his brows to rise, though he was certainly not above accepting that deflection for what it was. His fingers reached out to pluck the wrapped candy from her palm, the Alpha choosing to remain silent upon Tobias' announcement as he peeled off the wrapper and popped the sweet into his mouth. He could hear Tobias' voice echoing through the depths of the ship, that shout prompted a roll of his eyes even as he held his hand out towards Mira. That small ghost of a simper settled upon his lips - the promise of those Christmas festivities surprisingly enough to prompt some minute level of...joy within the often stoic King. The press of her fingertips against his own was entirely gentle and yet, how familiar the feeling of hand nestled within his own had become. Effortlessly, Tetradore called to his own affinity, those shadows momentarily embracing them before spitting the pair out into the coldness of the winter afternoon. Slowly, Tetradore released her hand from his own, the man well aware that within the public's eye, to display such blatant affection for any other soul could be dangerous if witnessed by the wrong prying eyes. The festival, after all, was bound to draw all matter of life within the West.
The Were-King was quick to call out for his companion before leading the small gathering towards those bustling streets that had been closed down for the length of the festivity. The crowds themselves seemed to swell with each step closer towards the fair, christmas songs echoed within the crisp air over loudspeakers somewhere further in the bustling festival. It was, however, the very scents that so assaulted him, the very mouthwatering sweetness surely making the discomfort the crowds brought Tetradore worth it. The Alpha's inquiry of weather or not his companion could smell those sweets brought a look of utter delight to his feline companion's features. The boy's face alone speaking volumes. Mira's own insistence that she too was hungry prompted a twitch of a simper to Tetradore's features, though any move he made towards those tables of goodies was halted as a group of children ran screaming past them in veritable delight, nearly running into them. Tetradore only just glanced over his shoulder at Mira's idle comment, Tobias altogether quick to insist that they were always hungry. A soft chuckle echoed upon his lips and yet, he could hardly say Tobias was wrong. Tetradore was quite certain that there was always room left for sweets.
He was hardly prepared, however, for the very manner in which the very crowds seemed to swell as they moved deeper into the festival, the very proximity only prompting a slight flutter of anxiety within the Alpha's chest. "Mira." That singular word was more akin to a command, Tetradore offering the girl his hand if only in an attempt to keep her close. Tobias, for all his height, was entirely easy to keep within his eyesight, his Beta keen to play the role of the protector as they maneuvered further into the festival in search of those treats. Tobias' sudden announcement of his name drew the vibrancy of his gaze towards the direction the boy pointed.The boy hardly waited before moving against the crowd, beelining for the stall in question. His antics, at the very least, served to make a path behind him, one that Tetradore was entirely keen to follow. They arrived at the stall but seconds after Tobias, Tetradore entirely happy to peruse the trays of treats laid out in front of him. So many looked nothing short of utterly delectable."What do you want?" He inquired, glancing over at Mira even in spite of Tobias' disappearance behind the stall.
Tetradore glanced up from the sugar cookies in front of him only to watch silently as Tobias pilfered those cookies from behind the glass case. A soft sigh left his lips as the boy emerged from behind the stall - only to hold out the gingerbread cookies he'd taken. The astonishment upon the vendor's features prompted a roll of Tetradore's eyes, the Alpha dropping his hold upon Mira's hand only to pluck a gingerbread cookie out of Tobias' hand. He already bit the head off the gingerbread man, his gaze shifted back towards the poor vendor. "Can we get half a dozen of these sugar cookies, six chocolate cookies, a dozen gingerbread cookies....three hot chocolates.....and the four gingerbread cookies he stole....and anything else she wants." He nodded briefly towards Mira, the Were-King all but ignoring Tobias' insistence that Mira was eating her cookie wrong. Rather, he was far more invested in eating the arms followed by the legs of his own cookie.
this is how it feels to be lost