[Klayko]

It's size compared to most was menacing, from the muscle mass down to the height, though with its feline grace, its speed was much more worse. This spotted humanoid feline roared with a ferocity as it darted after its prey. Now, there were plenty of options. As most realized when running out along the empty streets, a rarity, it was that most doors were locked. This allowed more of these large cats to pounce on them. Some were still running, only grazed by cut of their sharp sickle-like claws. As for Ivan, one gazed upon him as he fled the city of Rio, darting for the jungles. A grave mistake for him, especially in the night as what could simply be referred to as El Gato among some of the locals sprinted on all fours into the forest, it's sharp green feline eyes fixated on its prey in the darkness as it growled lowly to steer Ivan in certain directions. All for the sake of getting him even more lost.

"Whoa, quite a strong grip there," Jaxon said, unintentionally falling back into the shorter male as a result, before he laughed slightly. "Brad?"

His gaze was slightly off, as most seemingly were when we'll inebriated, but once he put the face to a name, he more or less gave the male a hug and practically lifted him up slightly. 

"Umm, you'd do that?" Not that he wouldn't oppose, but he remembered Minha and him on that tour ride weren't exactly friendly and if she saw him, she might have a conniption fit. "Sure. I have someone...SOMEONE, I mean, at the bar who was also wanting to walk back."

He put emphasis that way to not imply he was into men, because he definitely wasn't, but liquor was a hell of a drug. Ironic that it wasn't.