It seemed that whenever Blackjack so much as blinked, more newcomers would find their way to the Pitt and decide to settle down here. He wasn't one to visit the borders and welcome every joiner, nor did he ever bother keeping track of them (in all honesty, he couldn't give one shit about them unless they proved themselves interesting to him), but he found that lately that was becoming more and more of a detriment, for now he would walk into the plaza and see a variety of new faces that simply were not there the previous evening. He couldn't call them pleasant nor unpleasant surprises yet, merely a surprise. Whether or not their presence meant good or bad to him depended on their future interactions and if Blackjack saw any use for them to be around him in the first place.

Among these individuals was the Siberian husky before him, who he wholeheartedly could not recognize as someone he was well acquainted with. He identified her as Kathizisi (at least, he believed it was her name) based on the murmurs of some other Pittians earlier on, but he was certain that they had not been introduced to one another officially. Regardless, he could still be polite to her and see what she was up to. She seemed to be lost in thought, or perhaps waiting for someone. "What's on your mind, Kathizisi?" he asked curiously.

Nicknames, huh? She seemed to be on a roll today, dishing them out left and right for anyone that was passing by. He didn't find a particular use for what the husky was doing, but he supposed this was her idea of fun, and who was he to dictate what her interests were?

"I think the name Jack fits you." He knew the other was without a doubt harmless and merely indulging him in her current interest, and his physical self was composed still, yet something within him stiffened.

"Jack." The name felt bitter in his mouth, bitter turned metallic as though blood coated his tongue as he spoke. It was the first time he had had a reaction to his name in such a manner, and frankly, it took him aback.

Jack.

i can call you jack, right

Noticing his heart skipping a few beats, the jaguar forced himself back to reality, blinking at the canine and offering her a faint smile. "Well, you're the expert here," he responded. "But I think so, too." It was better not to confront the previous events, especially not in a public space, and the feline felt he was successful in covering his turmoil — at worst he appeared to have zoned out for a moment, something he was prone to doing anyway. Besides, would it really make sense to live in fear of his own name? You are utterly ridiculous.