That look usually spelled trouble. He attempted to cradle the little creature that he'd followed in, even as its inquisitive siblings circled around his feet. He wanted to keep it. It was his discovery, it liked him and it played with him without judging like other kids. The moment they'd met, he knew he loved it, in all its hissing, licking, colorful glory. He looked at Sasan again, mustering the courage to speak in his own defense. Sasan wasn't really all that scary – he was barely taller than Seb – but he was scaring his little friend with that mean look. “Sasan! Kaimid was outside with me and!” He decided to breathe and try again. “I can take care of myself! My parents trust me to run a shop, I don't need to be babysat!”