[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]All chewing stops as soon as he had company and really, that was to be expected. Though entire point of this was to avoid people, keep himself busy and away —
But it's not like he could stop people from approaching him, and time with a certain feathery hybrid had taught him something. Reluctantly, Lazarus leaves the half-formed shape between his paws and looks up at Dresdenbombs with a weary disdain. Maybe he was an outcast, someone barely clinging to the fringes of this place, but he sure wasn't the weak link this guy was looking for. He'd learned what friendships did for people when he was young enough that he should have been bundled safely behind someone else, not throwing himself into fights that left him scarred. If Dres was looking for someone to befriend, he was looking in the wrong place. Laz snapped at people who got too close and slept outside after he was nice to someone. He wasn't weak, and he sure wasn't needy. (Wanting was not needing, after all.)
He lets Gabriel handle interaction first, not at all surprised by his appearance here. He'd do the same thing if he was in trouble. Follow him around, make sure he was safe. And he is in trouble, whether or not it's obvious, so when he's not avoiding interaction there's a good chance he could be found curled up on the ground near him. "Tu me sigues tambien, viejo," he huffs, though there's a difference and he's aware of it. Trust one, don't know the other — he would be cautious, the way he always was. Still, it's... nice, maybe, to meet someone that doesn't know what's been happening in his life. "You can call me Lazarus, I'm not here for quiet."
/ had to google translate that phrase whoops
But it's not like he could stop people from approaching him, and time with a certain feathery hybrid had taught him something. Reluctantly, Lazarus leaves the half-formed shape between his paws and looks up at Dresdenbombs with a weary disdain. Maybe he was an outcast, someone barely clinging to the fringes of this place, but he sure wasn't the weak link this guy was looking for. He'd learned what friendships did for people when he was young enough that he should have been bundled safely behind someone else, not throwing himself into fights that left him scarred. If Dres was looking for someone to befriend, he was looking in the wrong place. Laz snapped at people who got too close and slept outside after he was nice to someone. He wasn't weak, and he sure wasn't needy. (Wanting was not needing, after all.)
He lets Gabriel handle interaction first, not at all surprised by his appearance here. He'd do the same thing if he was in trouble. Follow him around, make sure he was safe. And he is in trouble, whether or not it's obvious, so when he's not avoiding interaction there's a good chance he could be found curled up on the ground near him. "Tu me sigues tambien, viejo," he huffs, though there's a difference and he's aware of it. Trust one, don't know the other — he would be cautious, the way he always was. Still, it's... nice, maybe, to meet someone that doesn't know what's been happening in his life. "You can call me Lazarus, I'm not here for quiet."
/ had to google translate that phrase whoops
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