Making his way from the Pumbaa and Remy, the little meerkat weaved his way between the sea of feet with ease. For the time, the tent wasn't as full as one would expect. Sure, there was still a fair amount present, and at least two times that Timon found himself almost stepped on, but other than that, it was nothing he couldn't handle.
Naturally, he would have brought his friend along with him to his desired destination, making it easier to get where he wanted to go. This time though, it seemed more appropriate to go alone. The warthog appeared all to wrapped up in conversation with their newly acquainted comrade Remy for the meerkat to drag him away. That, and the cloaked stranger whom Timon had taken note of four greatly stretched tables away struck him as one trying to keep a low profile and leave their presence unknown. He couldn't help but feel curious.
It wasn't until the redhead found himself roughly a few meters away from the cloaked being he recognized him as the demon he had first been traveling with from what seemed liked such a long time ago. How bizarre he looked, fashioned in a hooded cloak, hiding himself when being so well known to be the opposite, announcing his superiority and title whenever given the opportunity. Timon was unsure how to approach the overlord.
Now standing beside the feet of Laharl's chair, he shook his head, deciding to go with the first thing he could think to say. He could be there stuck arguing over his thoughts as to how he could start a conversation for awhile if it were otherwise.
"So much for worrying about over dressing." Timon began, deciding to start out with a dry joke. "Under dressing seems to be in. Who are you supposed to be, Little Blue Riding Hood?"
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Naturally, he would have brought his friend along with him to his desired destination, making it easier to get where he wanted to go. This time though, it seemed more appropriate to go alone. The warthog appeared all to wrapped up in conversation with their newly acquainted comrade Remy for the meerkat to drag him away. That, and the cloaked stranger whom Timon had taken note of four greatly stretched tables away struck him as one trying to keep a low profile and leave their presence unknown. He couldn't help but feel curious.
It wasn't until the redhead found himself roughly a few meters away from the cloaked being he recognized him as the demon he had first been traveling with from what seemed liked such a long time ago. How bizarre he looked, fashioned in a hooded cloak, hiding himself when being so well known to be the opposite, announcing his superiority and title whenever given the opportunity. Timon was unsure how to approach the overlord.
Now standing beside the feet of Laharl's chair, he shook his head, deciding to go with the first thing he could think to say. He could be there stuck arguing over his thoughts as to how he could start a conversation for awhile if it were otherwise.
"So much for worrying about over dressing." Timon began, deciding to start out with a dry joke. "Under dressing seems to be in. Who are you supposed to be, Little Blue Riding Hood?"