Able to keep steady balance once releasing hold of his friends tusks, the meerkat firmly planted both his paws onto his hips. His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for his friend to come to his senses and fully awaken. It wasn't as much of a race as it would have been three hours ago, but it still left Timon feeling eager to get a move on and catch the mayor, wherever that man was. He was determined to give the elected official a piece of his mind as well as a taste of the competition that he would be facing in the next election.
Hearing Pumbaa's question, he brought his tapping foot to a hault and peaked a brow that spoke in a particularly dry tone before Timon even opened his mouth. "Yes, Pumbaa." he began, raising his arm to look at his invisible wristwatch. "It was time to see him about... Oh, I don't know. Maybe... Three hours ago! You know, if I remember correctly, there was a certain someone who was supposed to make sure we didn't fall asleep, wasn't there? Hmm... Now I wonder who that could of been."
His stomach growled, interrupting him angrily with equal frustration for the fact it had been ignored for such a period of time. Giving a groan of his own, the redhead gave into his stomachs argument that there were more important matters at hand.
"Alright, alright. I guess we can put this who's fault this is thing behind us for now. There's bigger things to worry about right now; like lunch! The last thing we need is for your stomach to cause an earthquake, eh, Pumbaa?"
Rubbing his paws together, Timon was about to jump onto one of the tables before hearing a voice that unlike the rest of the ones roaming around the tent, seemed directed toward Pumbaa and himself. He looked around questioningly, then slowly brought his glance downward.
"Uh..." It was odd, but after being accused, mistaken, and called a rat so many times, he found himself surprised actually to meet a real one in the city. It was almost ironic. However, it did not cause him to think any differently of the rodent than if he hadn't adopted the title of 'rat' himself. A warm welcome would still be delivered.
"Nah. I don't mind. Pumbaa doesn't either, do yeah, big guy?"
Re: Very Back Table, 12:30ish
Hearing Pumbaa's question, he brought his tapping foot to a hault and peaked a brow that spoke in a particularly dry tone before Timon even opened his mouth. "Yes, Pumbaa." he began, raising his arm to look at his invisible wristwatch. "It was time to see him about... Oh, I don't know. Maybe... Three hours ago! You know, if I remember correctly, there was a certain someone who was supposed to make sure we didn't fall asleep, wasn't there? Hmm... Now I wonder who that could of been."
His stomach growled, interrupting him angrily with equal frustration for the fact it had been ignored for such a period of time. Giving a groan of his own, the redhead gave into his stomachs argument that there were more important matters at hand.
"Alright, alright. I guess we can put this who's fault this is thing behind us for now. There's bigger things to worry about right now; like lunch! The last thing we need is for your stomach to cause an earthquake, eh, Pumbaa?"
Rubbing his paws together, Timon was about to jump onto one of the tables before hearing a voice that unlike the rest of the ones roaming around the tent, seemed directed toward Pumbaa and himself. He looked around questioningly, then slowly brought his glance downward.
"Uh..." It was odd, but after being accused, mistaken, and called a rat so many times, he found himself surprised actually to meet a real one in the city. It was almost ironic. However, it did not cause him to think any differently of the rodent than if he hadn't adopted the title of 'rat' himself. A warm welcome would still be delivered.
"Nah. I don't mind. Pumbaa doesn't either, do yeah, big guy?"