If it were with anyone else, Timon would have groaned at Death's greeting through a mix of both irritation and embarrassment. But this was Larxene before them, even with such a ridiculous getup on. And he would continue to watch her just as carefully as everyone else present. There was no telling what her next move would be, never mind her motives. Though already he had a pretty good idea what she was up to. At least, he hoped he did.

His eyes widened further when hearing the threatening crackle from the blonde's hands, heartbeat increasing with every little movement she made. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize how dangerous the situation could get, not with Larxene there. He could feel himself begin to shake as he attempted to step back. His legs, unfortunately, still prevented him from moving.

There was much he'd of loved to say to her. So many smart remarks, a few nasty ones, and of course, threats regarding what he would do to her if she dared refuse to leave them alone. The meerkat did not reply though. He couldn't. The words were caught in his throat, forcing him to continue to stand there like a useless object.