The meerkat looked up. Way up. As high up as his neck would allow him before forcing him into taking a few steps back. Not only was Death taller than he had expected, but... Well, he was Death. Just seeing him was overwhelming. It wasn't every day you ran into a walking, talking, and exceptionally polite skeleton. Timon had always imagined the living dead to bare their teeth in a frightful manner, chase after you in means of eating your flesh, and/or smell worse than a wet warthog in a warm barn. The Grim Reaper, however, failed to have any real oder to him at all, above all other things listed.

"And here I thought you'd be a no show. Glad you could make it." he replied shortly after recovering from the skeletons appearance. The redheads posture straightened slightly as he brought his arms back down, placing his paws on his hips. "Me n' Bones here decided we'd meet face ta face to talk 'bout some stuff instead of over journals." he explained to Laharl.