"Nah, don't be. It happens all the time. I don't really have a system or anything." Fishing a cigarette from his pocket, Phobos stuck it between his lips and lit it. The Twins weren't more qualified to keep a pet than Zora was, only they didn't have anyone who'd tell them that they couldn't keep one. "I just wander around in dark alleys. Animals like to hide where it's dark and dirty."
Amused blue eyes settled on the Morning Star's face. "You sure? Your stomach sounds like it's going to burst out and chomp on the first edible thing you see. And I'd rather not fall victim to a roaring beast like that."