Xitco nodded blandly and as Sam started introducing everyone he slipped into the room. Unususally like other felines; he enjoyed bathing and being clean..it made the pain in his open wounds hurt less. Even if they were scars, the memories bring back waves of stinging. Now it was time for him to have some fun with his new tails. He put his hands behind his back firmly and touched on his longest tail turning the tap for drawing the bath. At first it shook and curled into a ball, producing the sappy acid liquid. And then it reluctantly weaves through his arm and twisted the knobs. He decided to patiently wait for the new girl...and ponder why he already knew her name. She was at least a little human from what he saw and was confused on why she was so familiar. Xitco shrugged and didn't remove any clothing, none of the. Had ever seen his scars before. "Kitty, come here please Lovely." he used the nickname he called her when he first met her, and grinned softly. The tiger was nervous of what she would say, or even do. To help him at least..get new clothes. He felt heat rise up on his back as each and every scar burned with the feeling ofeather slapping him. He shuddered and hoped they would ridicule him. "Kitty!" he growled a bit louder and before he knew it his coat and shirt were off; leaving him in underpants and oddly styled jeans. Not to mention his socks and shoes. Sunlight creeped in for the many windows and broken shards if glass, Xitco felt like he was on a stage again. That man speaking in a language he didn't understand at the time; English. And then he was shipped off away from his home plantation to work for the same man at the main house. The lasso around his neck, thick rope on his hands. The. He was back in the apartment; the light playing on his back; showing off over hundreds of scars. Not to mention the lone scar on the left side of his face. His golden eyes burned with a shame he couldnt deny. "Kitty...I'd like some new clothes." he said in barely a whisper. "...please." he refused to look up at any of them, especially Trystan because he didn't want to hear the shit that poured from His foxy little maw.