Chou nodded slightly, “I have never been afraid of chaos though. In it come some of our greatest triumphs. It is not there to be feared, but embraced so that we might overcome it and be stronger for the challenge.” The earth around them had such tenacity, even if it was not beginning to loose after centuries of abject abuse. “I hope to serve that function, and perhaps make people think a little more than they did before.” An third aid quickly walked up, nodding softly before speaking to Chou in Japanese, asking about his speech next week. Chou politely answered and sent the now smiling man on his way, “My apologies, I know it is somewhat rude to speak a language around a person who may not understand, but Yiyang is still learning English and he was in a slight hurry.” Chou explained.

“My, you sound very well educated on the phenomena. I would like to know more if you would perhaps walk with me? I am quite parched after speaking for so long and would like to get a tea.” he said, voice still gentle as he took slow steps towards the door, seeing if Gar was able to follow. He chuckled lightly as Gar spread his arms, “All? That must take all of your time, but what a life to able to live.” He suspected it was quite the overstatement but if the man wanted to help animals he’d hardly quash the notion. They weren’t getting enough help as it was. “I cannot say I’ve spent much time more wild animals.” he lied, “It may seem somewhat boring to a man like you, but I’ve enamoured with butterflies myself.” he smiled gently. “They are beautiful, and mysterious.”      

Gar blinked at the other’s comment about chaos, struck a moment. Surely he’d been raised in chaos, thrived in chaos as a Titan, and arguably some more in Hollywood, which was a different kind of chaotic. Still, he tilts his head with a truly intrigued smile. “I like that. I know a few people who would be real impressed with the off-the-cuff inspirational talk, you know.” He really doesn’t mind as the other speaks a different language, smiling as he looks around at the crowd once more. “Oh, that’s fine... I think you might be one of the most courteous people I ever met.”

The claws are gone from her hands, skin healing over which doesn’t leave a mark except for the drop of blood on her shirt.  Her eyebrows knit together as this mysterious other wolverine is transforming into something else’s … which appears to be a man. Something about this seems to make more sense, but clicks her tongue because there was no way anyone would be taking Jonathan away from her. Perhaps this was all a misunderstanding, but the wolverine is rather spoiled by everyone that meets him.

It seems that whoever this man is was clearly worried about the animal. Gabby takes him on walks every day so someone is bound to talk, especially if she took him outside of District X. Which she does when Daken has to watch him for a night or two. “I would never hurt him. We’re extremely protective over each other. Jonathan was rescued from a lab where they were doing experiments on him and his family.” They couldn’t save the rest of them, which always breaks her heart, but Gabby made sure that the organization paid for what they had done. Jonathan deserves justice for what happened to his family. “Gave me family again. Would die for her.” The wolverine chimes in with as he looks between the two of them.

The teenager relaxes her shoulders and realizes that the stranger isn’t a threat so a smile appears on her face finally, and gestures to the couch if he wants to sit down. She does though and Jonathan jumps up into her lap. “It’s nice to meet you, Gar. I’m Gabrielle, but please call me Gabby.” She offers a hand to shake while the other one is scratching behind the animal’s ears. “I know it’s a strange situation to everyone else, but we instantly liked each other from the first moment we met.   I really do love him. Is this something you do often?”

"Well, I'm really glad that you're not going to hurt him," he can't lie about that certainly. He relaxes just a little when the girl doesn't seem like she's going to attack or anything. Even if this had gone terribly, he was glad he wasn't about to have to fight his way out. His face falls a little as he thinks about the horrors of being tested on. "....I hate those kinds of people," he sighs heavily, but smiles at the wolverine as he gets his head scratched. "Glad you're out of there, little buddy."

He sits down in the couch next to her, shaking her hand as his smile breaks into a grin. He can't help it, how often did someone get to see a wolverine like this? "Nice to meet you Gabby. I'm not one to judge weird, as long as it's a good weird. I mean...." he gestures to himself there, "this has turned into a good weird, I'd say. But no, I don't normally do this. I mean, I took on a really annoying circus once, but it's not a regular thing. Only when I see something that looks bad or weird. To be fair, you were more in the weird category since he was so calm... you two are really cool, for the record," he chuckles, "Now that I know he's happy. Definitely super cool."

Three in the morning while Gabby is asleep sprawled out in her bed. Her legs spread out over the blankets and her phone held in one of her hands. She usually slept positioned to take up the whole mattress. Her wolverine even has his own bed next to hers so they would be close even while asleep. Sometimes Gabby is asleep while Jonathan is sitting there guarding her for some of the night. However, her eyes slowly open when an unknown scent is filling the apartment. Who is in the apartment? She leaves her phone on the bed while sitting up. There’s a hand rubbing at tired eyes while sitting up.

Gabby notices that her pet wolverine isn’t anywhere to be found, but assumes that maybe he went to get a sip of water. She slips her bunny slippers on and steps out of her bedroom. One of her claws slipping out between the knuckles of her left hand — a drop of blood falling onto her shirt from where her skin was torn. The teenager slowly moves through the apartment following the scent and moving as silently as possible.

She pokes her head around the corner and doesn’t see anyone, but there’s a crate and a green wolverine talking to Jonathan. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion while observing for a moment.

Jonathan looks at the other wolverine, tilting his head at the question. “Want to stay. Family here. Saved me from a lab.”

The girl makes herself known now, stepping into the living room and approaching the two wolverines. “What’s going on? How did you get in our apartment?” She asks while looking at the unknown animal, but the claw is moving back into her hand.

Some things, Gar knew by instinct. That’s what happened with his powers. He knew where birds flew to migrate off the top of his head, knew which berries bears enjoyed the most, silly things like that. Some of it was useful, some of it was just...instinct. And it’s knowing a wolverine’s instinct that has him so baffled here. These are creatures that would tear off an arm if they wanted, with growls that could send chills down a spine... but here was this wolverine saying he wants to stay. and the weirdest part is that Gar can’t see an ounce of the animal that even contemplated freedom. That was significant. In fact, he’s so enthralled that he straight up missed the girl he knew owned the wolverine waking up.

He’s careful to keep his shape at first, looking at her nervously but keeping any human words silent. Of course, the giant cage looked suspicious. And the fact that he got through a window. Wolverines were cool, but not that talented. He chatters to the wolverine before he moves, “okay... I think I missed something here. I’m going to turn back into me. I’m not going to hurt anyone, okay?” because, even with the glint of the knife in the girl’s fists (where did he know that from??) he’s still more nervous about the actual literal wolverine. 

As Gar shifts back into his human form, his hands are up in surrender, and he’s sitting to show he’s not about to jump up. He speaks as he goes, “You saved him from a lab? What’d they want?” his curiosity is quite clear, but he hurries to clarify, “I know this is weird, but I thought you were hurting him to get him to listen. I thought....” he looks back and forth between the two, “....Okay, hi, I’m Beast Boy, you can call me Gar. I think I got the situation here all wrong. I don’t want to hurt anyone, just... wanted to make sure the animal was okay.”

Chou smiled softly, playing into his more public persona with ease, “You are too kind, I do find myself able to ‘rivet’ people very often. But I am pleased you enjoyed my talk.” he nodded slightly, “It is difficult to make the time to care for the world between the busyness of urban life. And I believe this city in particular is something of a chaotic place, though that was part of my reasoning for coming here.” Chou explained gently, nodding to a few of his aids as they passed with the equipment he’d used to give his presentation. He’d kept it simple, a stand with a card poster on it showing a picture of his forest home and a few others with statistics written on them. It would be counter productive using up resources for a flashy speech when he could do just as well alone.

“Garfield, a pleasure.” he bowed his head slightly and rose up to extend a hand to the other, “If we are to be informal, then please call me Chou.” When the other mentioned working with animals he smiled, tilting his head slightly, “That is very interesting. My charity’s efforts focus primarily on natural spaces, but often we have to try and restore animal habitats.” he chuckled softly, “I suppose that could be one of the similarities you speak of. Animals are so resilient but even they require some help to make their homes after all the work we’ve done uprooting them.” he sighed gently, “Do you work with a specific breed of animals at all, Gar?” Chou spoke the other’s name lightly, still smiling with his hands clasped loosely in front of him.    

Gar tries his bets to remain charming as he lets out a wry chuckle, “Oh, you’ve got the chaotic part right,” he felt like he was only seeing the tip of things since he was still so new to arrive, “I’m glad you did come here, people need the reminder.” gar couldn’t help but notice the gentle way he interacted with the staff. In his time in Hollywood, he’d come across plenty of egos, he came to expect it with a certain kind of people in truth. He’s surprised that Chou doesn’t seem like that type, and truly, he’s glad. He’s more than happy to not deal with that type again. 

Gar nods as he listens, smiling wider as the subject veers towards animals. He begins nodding with enthusiasm. “Every aspect of animals are deeply affected by their environments. There are some incredible variations that make some species unique to specific-- Alaska, for example, has some wild ones.” He can even be seen relaxing a little more as the subject veers into his territory, and the other seems to be enjoying the conversation. After all, he knew how to fake it, and usually could tell when others were faking it to fans, too. He was either real good, or genuine. “Oh, I work with them all,” he spreads his arms a moment, and he’s pleasantly surprised how he isn’t recognized. It surely didn’t happen all the time, but now was more satisfying that others by far, “No animal is too wild for me.”