[Much like his doppelganger, Lazarus has a heck of a time taking "no" for an answer. He's leaving the barn with the milking half-finished, carrying a pail with him as he keeps an eye out for the volatile young man.
He's not afraid, even though lately, it probably wouldn't hurt him to be a little more cautious.
He sets the pail aside when he sees a foot dangling over the edge of an eave, and he sighs, stacking a cinderblock on a trashcan to help boost him to the same level. It'll take him a little more than a second, but he does manage to pull himself up to the roof alongside Tony, panting shallowly.]
What's this about? Is that... fetch really getting to you so much?
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He's not afraid, even though lately, it probably wouldn't hurt him to be a little more cautious.
He sets the pail aside when he sees a foot dangling over the edge of an eave, and he sighs, stacking a cinderblock on a trashcan to help boost him to the same level. It'll take him a little more than a second, but he does manage to pull himself up to the roof alongside Tony, panting shallowly.]
What's this about? Is that... fetch really getting to you so much?