lazarus hill :: male :: fifteen :: human :: tags; jake, mabel
directing his optics towards jake as the girl began to speak, lazarus waited until she was done. drumming his fingers in a rhythmic pattern against his pants, he considered what the girl had presented. true, why would there be a big running around? sure, they were kept as pets, but in a shop like this? it seemed unlikely, but not impossible. it could also have been personal preference. after all, what right was his - a total stranger to these people - to judge them for what they did. thinking back to his earlier thoughts, lazarus was filled with the sudden need to defend the newcomer, if at least partially. "maybe she keeps it as a pet?" he suggested calmly, though the look on his face was strained. "i mean, it's uncommon, but not rare."