They always said he brought home too many strays...

[brokenoptimism]

Some days, the library felt suffocatingly small. Even the vast space within the mansion felt constricting to Xavier. Too many walls, too many doors. He just needed to get out into the open air, unrestricted and unrestrained. He could do so at the mansion, but then the familiarity of it would have trapped his mind there

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[kpcalmntelepath]

The chill of the night clung to Charles as he uncurled from his sleeping place in a hidden away tree. Climbing down the tree with expert skill, Charles makes his way further into the park where he hunts. There weren't any people out this time of night, so he had no shame, not that he would if there where but it makes for less questions, running around in the nude...Not that he had much choice.

Tail swishing behind him, Charles dove into a trash can, trying to find some edible scraps, his tail twitching in slight annoyance and anticipation. So concentrated was he on the scavenger hunt, that he didn't pick up the light footfalls of another in the park.

[brokenoptimism]

The crash of the trash cans startled Xavier from his reverie in his mind. Soft footfalls carried him closer to the source of the noise, caution in his steps. His attention had been captured by this new development

Pulling his coat tighter over the cardigan sweater, he padded towards the cans with a curious tilt of his head and a slight frown. Who else would be out in the park this late? He started and froze in place at the sight that was slowly coming into focus, even in the bleak darkness of the night. Just a glimpse of pale skin in the shadows and the flick of a far too long tail. A tail? Another mutant, then. All at once excitement, concern and curiosity rose to the front of his mind. Why were they digging through the trash, and without clothes, at that?

[kpcalmntelepath]

As if a meerkat, Charles popped his head out of the trash bin, glaring into the darkness, his blue eyes glowing bright in the dim light of street lamps. As soon as his eyes adjusted, the feline hissed loudly at the intruder. The fur on his tail and ears stood on end as he arched his back in order to make himself look bigger. He knew about humans and all too many of them had hurt him both physically and emotionally.

Baring his teeth at the stranger, Charles begins to recoil into the secluded darkness of the park, though he couldn't hide the spark of jealousy at the stranger's warm-looking coat. A violent shiver rocked his frame as Charles crouched down, ready to defend himself against the human.

[brokenoptimism]

Remarkable. Xavier watched with amazement and surprise as the other mutant shot back in defensive guard. It seemed more than just physical feline attributes affected the man. Stilling, Xavier made no forward movements, slowly lowering himself down in a crouch, holding his balance even as he shrugged his jacket off. Each movement made slowly and calmly to avoid startling Charles further