Jason looked to Kinjo and nodded, he'd try to eat for his friend. Though the prospect of static over once in a while worried him but he liked it. When his Moyer had been alive she use to tell him of how her friends would have her spend the night at their houses. What they'd do and things. He wished he would have had a better life growing but he didn't, "They are called that." he said in a little daze. His black eyes where locked on Soria with a grin, wanting to hug her and pet her so badly. He looked to Kinjo and wiggled, "Please?" he said in a whispered plea. Though as soon as he was given permission he made a little noise and giggled like a little boy before slowly walking over to Soria, kneeling down and on his knees he gently hugged the tiger. Nuzzling her fur a little smiling, he let go and began to stroke her fur gently, loving the feel of her fur on his hand. It was course but soft. Sure he understood the cat didn't know him but he still thought she was cool. Grinning he spoke, "That sounds fun. Never ridden any animal before... Never even been in a car..." he said sadly but then went back to petting Soria, "Could I stay? My brother probably forgot to leave the key for me to get in the house anyway." he said and hugged Soria again, "Thanks for letting me pet and hug you, never got to have my own animal before." Kinjo was making him the happiest he ever been in his life. Maybe it was a good thing to have him as a friend?Â