Laz, when you check on Mars, he's just staring at his reflection, tugging down at the hem of his dress. By the time he notices you, tears prick at his eyes and the relief on his face fades to a practiced neutral expression.
His neutrality doesn't last long, melting the moment it registers that he's with Lazarus. Though instead of relief, his face is worried and he's messing with the dress again.
"I... The shopkeep wanted me to buy it. I must look ridiculous."
"Why would you believe such?"
Lazarus's brows knit together and his eyes shift over his companion's form. He saw nothing wrong with the other's attire. Was he, perhaps, remembering something bad again? A gentle sigh slips from the vampir and he approaches Mars. He then brushes some dust from the other and fixes things here or there.
"No. You look fine. This place is overly kind, I believe the keeper of that shop knew what would suit you."
