Paris was looking for a new jacket. The old one was full of grass stains, rips, and all the edges were worn and frayed. She stopped at a leather store, it smelt good. She went in and looked at the expensive black leather jackets, she wanted them so much she was almost drooling. She gave it one little farewell pat before leaving the store.

She heard a squeeking sound, a pet store must be nearby. Nowadays, petshops are usually located just outside the mall so that no runaways would terrorize innocent shoppers. Paris went out of the mall and found the door right beside the mall entrance. She entered and looked in every cage. There was a cage with two very chubby rabbits, Paris' stomach growled. There was a cage of rats, gerbils, ferrets, and guinea pigs. She laughed at their antics, and thought evil thoughts of purchasing lunch...

"They're pretty cute, eh?" comments a quiet, just slightly amused voice.

Leaning down beside Paris, peering into the cage, is a young woman, probably somewhere in her early twenties. Her shirt is grey, sporting a faded reddish logo for some unrecognizeable band. He jeans are light blue, worn soft over the years, a bit frayed around the legs. Her sneakers were probably once red, but are now faded to grey-pink, and grimy.

She brushes a strand of straight, plain brown hair back behind her ear and offers a smile to go along with her comment.

Paris turned her head quickly, she hadn't noticed the other person. "Huh? Oh, yeah, pretty cute..." Paris managed a smile. "Could never buy one though... To messy." Plus they wouldn't last the night, she added in her head. "Are you buying a pet?"

"No..." the woman shakes her head. "I just can't go through the mall without stopping in here."

She straightens up, crossing her arms loosly and shrugging. "My apartment doesn't allow pets."

"Get a couple of rats, they'd never know the difference." She grinned and moved over to the bird cages. She stopped at one full of budgies and tapped on a bar of the cage.

This manages to catch the young woman enough off-guard that she laughs.

Nodding, she replies, "Yeah, but I really don't think we need any more."

"Get a cat then." She said as she poked her finger into the budgie cage trying to prod an innocent looking white budgie. It bit her finger and Paris snapped it back, not in pain but in surprise. "Evil budgie..." She sniffed distastefully at the cage.

The young woman blinks blankly at paris' reaction to the bird, but mentally shrugs it off.

"No pets, remembers?" She sighs. "I'd really love to get a dog... but they're even harder to hide than a cat would be."

Paris walked over to the aquariums, not as dangerous as those birds. Again she tapped on the glass, a habbit most humans have with things in cages. The fish scattered away from the tapping sound. "Well, I guess you don't really need a pet, although you can switch apartment comple.... Ou!" Her eyes went wide as she spotted out a piranha. It wasn't doing anything in particular, just floating... And looking dangerous. The amazing feature of a predator is that it didn't have to move to be respected. Paris in kind situated herself in front of the aquarium, not moving herself, and not tapping the glass.

Didn't mind the tapping so much. Paris was right - it was a human thing to do. Bug the hell out of the nice caged animals, and then look surprised when they try to eat you. Because, obviously, caged animals don't eat people.

Paris wasn't a people.

Listened to the conversation, mostly distracted by the proximately to suddenly still Body-thing. Slid up a bit, resting against the glass the other hand was occupying. Nearly over the hand, actually, and slid over a bit.

Glass was cool. Small currents on the other side, little fish having little lives. It had a vague memory of bladders and the sound of running water.