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Something To Be Gained [Completed]
Characters: Timon, Pumbaa, Toph Bei Fong and Kir
Time: Late Afternoon
Setting: Ersesat Manor [L4]
Summary: The two hungry animals meet with Toph and Kir for an exchange of information.
Warnings: None
Timon had never been the early 'kat to catch the worm. Fortunately for him, such cuisine was easy to find back in the jungle. Here, however, proved otherwise. The lack of insects was beginning to get to him, among other things. As beautiful and luxurious Paixao was to most, it would never be anything compared to the oasis he had once inhabited.
A large yawn escaped the meerkat as he lay across the snout of his friend, Pumbaa. His gaze remain fixed on the passing painted clouds above. There was a lot on his mind, but none as bothersome as the question why they had gotten up so early. He had always preferred to sleep in till the late hours of the afternoon opposed to waking up at the strike of dawn, even as a pup. But upon complaining about it, he quickly learned that he had in fact slept passed noon. Not only that, he'd been sleeping past noon for the past three days.
Groaning, Timon threw the conversation elsewhere in an attempt to cover his lack of awareness. "Ugh, Pumbaa..." he began, looking into at least one eye of his warthog companion. "It itches. How can you wear this thing?"
The red head tugged at the bright red collar he had exchanged for his old journal at the hospital. It was easier to carry then his last, true. But it irritated him far more, even if it was rather loose around his thin neck.
"Good thing it ain't as tight as yours, other wise it might slow down lunch." Timon continued, a smirk inching its way across his lips. "With that thing on, you'll still be on your second helping when I finish my sixth. Ah, ha-! ...hu?"
Looking up at the large building before them, he sat up in confusion. This couldn't be the right place, could it? Ersesat Manor did not look A THING like the other restaurants. Unless, they'd gone to the wrong building. -not with his superior mapping skills though. No, this must had been from... From a lack of taking proper instruction.
"Pumbaa, this doesn't even look close to the cafe! Weren't you listening to my directions?"
Time: Late Afternoon
Setting: Ersesat Manor [L4]
Summary: The two hungry animals meet with Toph and Kir for an exchange of information.
Warnings: None
Timon had never been the early 'kat to catch the worm. Fortunately for him, such cuisine was easy to find back in the jungle. Here, however, proved otherwise. The lack of insects was beginning to get to him, among other things. As beautiful and luxurious Paixao was to most, it would never be anything compared to the oasis he had once inhabited.
A large yawn escaped the meerkat as he lay across the snout of his friend, Pumbaa. His gaze remain fixed on the passing painted clouds above. There was a lot on his mind, but none as bothersome as the question why they had gotten up so early. He had always preferred to sleep in till the late hours of the afternoon opposed to waking up at the strike of dawn, even as a pup. But upon complaining about it, he quickly learned that he had in fact slept passed noon. Not only that, he'd been sleeping past noon for the past three days.
Groaning, Timon threw the conversation elsewhere in an attempt to cover his lack of awareness. "Ugh, Pumbaa..." he began, looking into at least one eye of his warthog companion. "It itches. How can you wear this thing?"
The red head tugged at the bright red collar he had exchanged for his old journal at the hospital. It was easier to carry then his last, true. But it irritated him far more, even if it was rather loose around his thin neck.
"Good thing it ain't as tight as yours, other wise it might slow down lunch." Timon continued, a smirk inching its way across his lips. "With that thing on, you'll still be on your second helping when I finish my sixth. Ah, ha-! ...hu?"
Looking up at the large building before them, he sat up in confusion. This couldn't be the right place, could it? Ersesat Manor did not look A THING like the other restaurants. Unless, they'd gone to the wrong building. -not with his superior mapping skills though. No, this must had been from... From a lack of taking proper instruction.
"Pumbaa, this doesn't even look close to the cafe! Weren't you listening to my directions?"
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Looking at the mansion before them, his ears twitched and brows furrowed upon hearing the two speaking about him. It took much restraint to keep from yelling at the pair making such remarks about him, but with Pumbaa by his side -well, actually below him- it made things at least a bit easier.
"Oooh, Pumbaa. Don't talk 'bout stuff like that." the red head pleaded, his stomach giving an angry growl. "Geez, just when I almost forgot about 'em you gotta bring 'em up again. You know, the B.U.G.S's."
A pause was given as Timon came to realize his friend probably had yet to realize the lack of cuisine. It explained a lot though, especially why he had been confused about the change of diet. The warthog knew he preferred bugs to fruit any day.
"I think I might have, eh, left out one teeny tiny detail, pal. Yeah see, they're fresh outta the slimy ones here. Outta the crunchy too. And the pointy. And the sticky. And the squishy, mushy, squirmy, itchy... Forget the ant's, they chased out the uncles too. -HA! Ha ha... Ha... Ahhhhh. ...eh, really though, there's nothing."
Scratching the back of his head, the meerkat looked down at Pumbaa apologetically. Bugs were always available to them, except now. And when the fact finally sunk into the hogs head, Timon was unsure how he would act.
"There's not a single bug on this island."
[ooc: Bugs that make you ill don't appear to apply to Timon as bugs you'd normally eat for some reason. -It's complicated, don't ask. ^^;;;]