[ooc: It may be seen as a form of Godmocking among some. I personally am alright with it considering it is as you said part of the character.]

Tilting his head slightly at the offering, Timon took the white article of clothing from the golden blonde's hands and surveyed it curiously before looking up once again at the flawless woman.

"I'm not a kid!" the man growled, annoyed the tag placed upon him by one of his hearts desires. But when she smiled, he couldn't help but mirror one back, longing to wrap his arms around her and shield her from the world.

He held back though. He had too, for the beauty was already speaking to him once again. "But I don't even know where I am? How am I supposed to find Simba here?" Timon asked, slowly slipping on the trench coat the way he had seen the nameless wearing it.