Listening to the words exchanged between Ivan and Pumbaa, Timon couldn't help but roll his eyes at the warthogs manners while giving a small sigh. He just had to be so polite. In his own opinion he was already polite enough, but Pumbaa buttering up someone all the more wasn't always such a bad thing.

He opened his mouth to make a remark, then closed it right after giving him a rather fish like appearance. The growing sound of footsteps rushing toward the room brought a new thought to mind, exciting him instantly.

"Mi-" the meerkat began, turning to the doorway in a wave of relief before finding another angel running into the room. His smile immediately dropped. -Not that he wasn't happy to see Flonne still in one piece or anything. Because he didn't even want to imagine what Laharl would do if he heard of anything happening to her, since he obviously liked her regardless of his protest. It was just, he had been expecting Misha. And she was sure taking a long time. Had something happened...?

Shaking his head, he turned his attention to the hysteric girl whom appeared to be spilling out information already known to those present in the room. Another groan escaped him at this along with an aggravated 'oy'.

"I'm gunna take you up on that promise, kid." the meerkat finally replied to Ivan, taking grasp of Pumbaa's ears as if they were reins. "Keep 'n touch, will yeah?" he asked both him and Etna (although she surely had her hands more than full with Flonne at the moment) before making a clicking sound through his teeth acknowledging Pumbaa to walk. "Let's go, Pumbaa."

Before truly leaving, however, Timon found himself forced to share one final thought with Ivan. "Oh! And, eh... Get better soon. Can't get to replayin' me while your in that condition, can yeah?"

Well... At least the thought was there, right?