Lying haphazardly over his cousin, an unwieldy dead-weight with over sized paws splayed over the black wolf's side, Tony smiled with a bit of his tongue sticking out the front, personally pleased that he had landed such a blow, even though he was trying to give well-wishes. The boy just didn't know the different between his love and violence was all. He smiled a little more when Gotham showed signs of some sort of happiness, laughing a little himself when the older male pushed him off by his head. Still too young for any changes in his voice, the laugh was a bit off, not exactly fitting his body image and instead sounding like a very deep female's voice. But he would surely grow into it; as surely as he would grow into his monster paws...
"Hiya Gotham," he said in response, stretched out on the floor now, legs all about and tail wagging. Gotham seemed in good spirits, and Tony's doubled when he was given the opportunity for a job. He may not always seem it, but Tony was always eager to help. Tracking wasn't exactly his chosen forte or profession, but he would do it. It could be my birthday present to him! he thought with childlike naiveté, immediately raising up his hind-quarters in the body-language of 'play' or 'ready'. The praising near the end had also helped just to get his nerves ready to go... "Yeah! I'll help!" Now, another thing could be said about Tony; when excited, most other things tended to get lost. Including fine details like...oh, a door being only a foot or so away. Gotham had mentioned his dad, so he had begun to sniff for his scent and, in his blind excitement, run his nose smack straight into the door. Sitting back up, wrinkling his nose with very little soreness and much more embarrassment, he turned his head to his cousin. "But Uncle Kansas is right here...?" he asked, as if he were being given a trick question. He looked with a passion of dislike to the door before turning back to Gotham. "Aro should be around here somewhere. I haven't seen him or Sophe for awhile, though. Fia and Zo are still sleeping--we could wake 'em up though--and...I think Cam's with Mati? Haven't seen Amata." The last three he said on a guess, although he could've sworn that his older brother had been in the mansion recently. Being older, he could of course understand that his elder siblings would not want to stay so close to the mansion. Heck, when he was older, he'd spend as much time as possible outside. If it were possible, it'd be plausible to say that he took after his older brother in the whole 'hero' dream. Rousing himself again, he puffed his chest out. "C'mon! We can both look for them!" He felt like now would be a good time for bonding, never mind that he was being selfish on his cousin's birthday. Even then he still a little too immature to differentiate between selfishness and desire.
Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.
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