The male continued to scratch behind his friend's tiger's ears, he liked the tiger and was proud she liked him. Out of all animals Jason only hated two animals, more like birds, the Raven and Crow. He was terrified of them, couldn't go near them at all. Just like James was terrified of all types of cats and dogs. Jason laughed as Soria rubbed her nose on his cheek, "Glad you like this." He said as he continued to stroke her fur and scratch her ears.  He looked to Kinjo and noticed the toned body hidden under the kimono, not like he stared it was a glance at his friend that he saw it. Rubbing the tiger one more time he stood and flexed his hands, the ache from the scars itched. Sighing he looked to the floor and followed.  He'd probably need to take a shower to clean them up to where they wouldn't itch so much.<br/><br/>Jason agreed however that there were worse things out there... Wait did Kinjo mention a wolf? He blinked and looked to him following him around. Seeing his friend's room he blinked, "Nice room." Jason didn't have a nice room at home. Well it was nice but plain. Like he had basic things and a poster or two but that was it. He was too used to how he grew up, the whole house was furnished nicely save for his room and the far back room upstairs where James slept. Though following Kinjo Jason blinked at seeing the animals. The lion was impressive to see, so was the striped horse. Though seeing the monkeys he made a face and tilted his head. They looked funny.  Though seeing the wolf he just stared, it was beautiful, "Wow, this is nice Kinjo. Um... A zoo is where people come to see animals right? Sorry for the dumb question... I never left my home till seven years old when my mother died, even then I never got to do much." Jason shrugged but then smiled a little. Kinjo was his friend, and so far it was the best choice he ever made.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sitting, looking out into the street, the amber eyed NightTerror watched people commune back and forth. Watched them walk and talk like there was no danger in the old Brant House. Snarling the wood sodding of the widow creaked and cracked as an invisible forced dug its nails into the wood, clawing jagged marks on the wood. The dark room hid the monster within well, there was no way to see where the Shroud was. A creak sounded and the door to the room opened then shut, black footprints formed and vanished on each step through the house till they vanished and concentrated before the main front door. A figure solidified and reached for the knob. It was James, he had enough down time, it was time to hunt for his next few kills. He sent a text earlier to his brother that he'd not be home for a few days, that meant he wasn't planning on being back for a while, Jason could do what he wanted as long as he didn't bring home any pets. Walking out of the house he began to head to the city on foot, it was time to collect bodies to later be harvested in his demented state.</span>