paixaorpg | Who Will Rescue Me? [Completed]

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Who Will Rescue Me? [Completed]

Character(s): Timon and Kir
Content: After receiving a fairly disturbing message left on his journal, Kir goes out in search of the mangled Timon to find him in far from dandy condition.
Setting: Behind Cafe Ersesat [L7], moves to Havasu Medical Center [M7]
Time: Late Night/Early Morning
Warnings: Blood.

They were in danger. All of them. And it was his fault. It was true, he didn't exactly have very many friends, but he still cared about the well being of a number of individuals, regardless if he would actually admit to it or not. He could only imagine what Larxene would do to them if she got her hands on them. And those thoughts were anything but comforting.

He'd been so stupid. Careless. Part of him said he had deserved this. The other, a much larger portion, was still in shock from the events that had taken place. Never had he faced such treatment, been in such mass amounts of pain. He'd never thought it possible. -well, perhaps he had, but to actually feel this hurt was a different story. People had made a few threats, but to actually carry them out...

His body slowly curled itself up, still none the less shaking as he tried to gain warmth. The weather shared no sympothy toward his present state, perhaps even making it worse. He had tried moving, and because the organization member's knifes had dissapeared shortly after her departure, he had actually been able to drag himself a few feet before collapcing onto the blood stained concrete.

The meerkat's leg prevented him from walking. His cut paws difficult to work with. And his chest... He couldn't bring himself to look at his leg, what would ever give him the strength to look at the even more disturbing wound? He could only place his paws over the opening, hoping to relieve the pain. His sharp breaths could be heard, a soft whimper following.

Tightly screwing his eyes shut, Timon lay in a pool of his own blood, asking himself what was to happen to him. Nobody knew where he was, he was to weak to move, and it was so late into the night... Who could possibly rescue him this time?

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Whether he'd shown it or not, Larxene's glib comments in his journal had left Kir deeply unsettled. If there were obviously such mindlessly violent people in Paixao -- because Kir couldn't believe that Timon could have done anything to deserve such a thing -- what could happen to his wayward partner, still out there?

Don't think about that now. Find Timon.

The former albatross walked down the frigid street. He'd 'borrowed' the coat of a random patron in the hotel lobby. Stealing certainly didn't bother him, and this body had only come with a thin layer of clothes. The cold, and the late hour, had driven nearly everybody inside. This made things easier, quieter. He hadn't been boasting when he'd told Larxene he could find Timon. At least, he hoped he could. If Timon had left the area, there'd be no way that random wandering would find him.

But Kir had one advantage over the average person wandering out in the snow. He may have lost his wings, and his power to do the Kir Royale, but one thing he was good at was listening. Just like Sherry in Adonis.

And so that's exactly what he did. Ironically enough, he knew exactly what a small animal's heart should sound like.

A small heart; beating faster than normal.

There was a plaza ahead, with a cafe. Against the backdrop of frigid night wind, he picked up a tiny pounding. "Timon?" he called. "Timon!"

Timon didn't move much. He chose to stay stationary in his currently slightly curled up position. Moving would only result in more pain, at least the way he saw it. It would be best if he just stayed put. Hopefully he would regained his strength soon. If he could regained his strength, that is.

He coughed, bringing up more blood forcing him to moan in equal disgust and pain. His paws tightened their grasp of his chest, clutching his soaked fur as he spat the horrid taste of the red liquid from his mouth.

Another groan was giving as he tiredly turned himself more onto his side. The wind blew at him fiercely, carrying a cold breeze that forced another shutter down his spine. But that was not all the wind carried, it held something else, something important: a voice.

The meerkats eyes widened in realization. Someone was calling him.

'I'm here! I'm here!' he wished to cry out, but all he could only manage a horse whisper. 'Help me!'

Kir cast his eyes around, scanning the snow and darkness for the sounce of the heartbeat he could hear, had felt jump when he'd called out. He had to be close; yet nothing in the area spoke to Timon's location.

He moved past the cafe, then backtracked behind it, and that was when he came across the blood-spattered scene. His own heart practically leapt into his throat. He ran towards the meerkat's form and crouched down in the snow. Although the wounds appeared to be exactly what Larxene had bragged about, it somehow seemed far worse now that he'd seen it.

There was a lot of blood, and Kir knew from experience that was the biggest danger. He cupped his hands beneath Timon's body and lifted him up, trying to keep him warm inside his coat. Don't go into shock. For that matter, don't die either.

"Timon? Hey, c'mon... say somethin'. I gotta get you to a hospital..."

Hadn't he seen a clinic or something, when he'd been looking at the map in his journal earlier? I hope it ain't too far away...

Yes, someone was defiantly there. He could hear them clearly, regardless of the pounding of his beating heart through his ears. They were getting closer. The sound of the snow crunching under their feet grew louder. His head forcefully jerked itself in the direction he assumed the being was coming from. A familiar scent reached his nose, assuring him that this was not Larxene coming back to 'play' some more as a dark shadow was cast over him.

The meerkats eyes remain squinted, trying to identify the person kneeling before him through his failing vision. He couldn't focus properly. But regardless, he remain certain that this someone was not there to pose a threat. This was... this was... who was this?

They quickly scooped him up and brought him into the warmth of their garments. Something Timon was more then welcome of as his appendages tightly took hold of the soft, comforting fabrics. This person was giving off enough heat to be a furnace. And although he was still in a great deal of pain, the warmth certainly helped after lying out in the cold for such a period of time.

His soft, tired, brown eyes did their best up at his savior after he found himself being addressed. He smiled weakly. "Kir..."

Help had come.

Kir was glad that Timon had recognized him; this would have been more difficult if the meerkat had thought he was a threat. (Then again, he wasn't exactly in the position to fight back.)

It was strange to have someone cling so tightly to him. He couldn't help but think, This is what it feels like to be on the other side. Making sure that Timon was secure in his hold, Kir looked around, trying to orient himself, and then began hurrying through the snowy streets. The place was called... Ha-something. Hav.. Havu? Havasu!

"Keep talkin' while I find this place," Kir said worriedly; he was no doctor but it seemed like sound advice, to keep someone awake. "Tell a joke or somethin'. If you know any, that is."

Keep talking? Regardless how odd it sounded, the red head wasn't sure if that was a demand he could meet. For once, he didn't want to talk. He wanted to sleep. He was tired, soar, everything. But once Kir hit the right button, the meerkat was on his way with a familiar, snappy come back.

"Of course...I know... a joke." he replied faintly, yet still bearing a certain flare. He continued on taking several breaks between his words, needing a short breather to go on. "What do...termites...eat...for breakfast?" Pausing, as if waiting for Kir to ask 'what?', he answered simply: "Oakmeal."

Kir couldn't help but laugh a little. The joke was so incredibly lame that it elicted humour even though it wasn't that funny. And a laugh could be worth good money right now.

A large building loomed in the darkness, warm-looking lights brightening the windows. A sign out front thankfully declared, Havasu Medical Center. Kir hurried towards it; now that he'd found Timon, he began to realize how cold he was as well. He pushed the door open and breathed a relieved sigh. "Hey, Timon... we're gonna get you all fixed up, huh?"

---

Kir paced back and forth in the small room. The doctors had listened his explanation -- as best as he could give it -- and then taken Timon away to get patched up. The former albatross could hear the meetkat cracking those horrible jokes the whole way, until they tapered off and he assumed he'd either passed out or simply been sedated. It can't have been anything more than that. They would have told me if it'd been something... else. Worse.

He hated waiting.

After some time, someone came and told Kir that him that he could see Timon. He was shown to another room, where the meerkat was sleeping in a normal bed. The size difference, between the small creature and the human-sized bed, was striking. Especially since Timon was totally swathed in bandages.

"He's going to be okay?" Kir questioned, turning around to ask the doctor, only to find that the person had disappeared and the room was empty except for the two of them.

The ex-avian sighed, grabbing a chair and plopping it next to the bed. "Guess you're gonna have to listen to my jokes for a while," Kir said idly. "'Cause you're not talkin', and I ain't got anything else to do 'til you wake up. Maybe I should teach you how to read human, huh? I did promise I'd do that, for givin' me a place to sleep."

He gave a wry laugh. "Not that I got any sleep! I'm not sure what was more uncomfortable, that couch or this body... maybe when you wake up and you're feelin' better, you can tell me how you got your real body back. That's somethin' I'd sure appreciate knowin'..."

And so Kir continued to talk quietly, just to fill the otherwise quiet room, and waited for Timon to wake up.

Timon didn't remember exactly when he had dozed off, or really where for that matter. All that he could remember was basking in Kir's warmth, telling him jokes for the purpose of staying awake. He'd certainly done a fine job, hadn't he? He mentally kicked himself on that note, annoyed with himself. But he'd done fairly well, hadn't he? After what had happened, it was astounding he hadn't passed out after the first sight of Larxene's weaponry.

Larxene, there was a whole other story he didn't even want to get started on. She was the last thing he wanted to think about right now. He'd have to accept the thoughts eventually, but at least for the time being he could bring is thoughts else where as his eyes slowly began to open.

He'd been out for awhile, lost in a clouded dream of the past events that had brought a great amount of discomfort before taking a sudden turn to a warm, happier one filled with a wide verity of grubs he'd been able to munch on. At least half of the entire day he spent his time in this dream land of his in order to gain an acceptable amount of sleep to satisfy his system. And it wasn't until around four o' clock when he began to awaken from his deep slumber.

The room was awfully bright, painted a pale white that was anything but welcoming to awaken to. The rodent squeezed his eyes shut again, giving them a moment to relax before exposing them to the room for a second time. By the first glance he could already tell that he wasn't back at the hotel by the rooms appearance. The second inspection confirmed it. But, if he wasn't at the hotel, where was he?

His eyes curiously traveled around the mysterious room, taking in all they could in hopes of deciphering his location. Unfortunately, no cigar. -accept for Kir whom had by the looks of it fallen asleep face down on his bed. Timon couldn't help but smirk at this.

Kir had brought him here. Gone out looking for him noticing his absents, kept him warm, and... helped heal him by the look of the bandages he found himself heavily dressed in. They enticed his curiosity, bringing him to poke at them momentarily before having to lay himself back down.

It may have been a few hours since the incident, but his wounds still hurt for obvious reasons. His muscles were also sour, leaving him to attempt relaxing to finish recovering.

Resting his head against his pillow, he closed his eyes once again, sighing in relief. He was going to be alright. The miracle of medicine had preformed it's magic well, leading him down the road to recovery which would be a difficult, but rewarding one. A smiled curled across his lips as he smacked his lips together. Yes, things were-...what in the kings name was that noise?

Opening his eyes again, they darted toward the sleeping bird who by the sounds of it, appeared to be snoring. It wasn't loud, but still none the less a snore. Timon looked at the boy through an amused smirk.

"How are your chicks supposed to get a half decent sleep when their mommy is snoring like that?" he asked, although sure Kir was to out of it to reply.

Kir certainly hadn't meant to fall asleep. Indeed, he'd only put his head down, intending to catch a few moments of rest since Timon obviously wasn't going anywhere, and sleep had claimed him the moment he'd let his guard down. It wasn't surprisingly, really, since he hadn't slept in two days. He'd been running mostly on adrenaline until this point. Getting one's species changed and losing one's significant other had that effect. And that was before one counted getting dropped into an unknown world!

Thus his nap was light, and Timon's words caused him to stir. Thankfully, he didn't grasp anything the meerkat had said, still coming around. He raised his head from his arms, blinking hazel eyes. He may have been stuck in a teenage body, but there was enough worry and stress and experience there to prove otherwise.

"Hey..." Kir said, sitting up as he saw Timon's eyes were also open. "You're awake. You feelin' any better?"

"As good as rain." he replied confidently, adjusting the blanket covering his lower body. "Takes a lot more than that to bring down 'The Great Timon', you know."

A chuckle was given at this, thought it didn't last that long. He looked down, fiddling with the sheet a bit before looking back up at Kir. A look of uncertainty sat upon the meerkats face as his lip began to twist into a rather awkward position.

How to start. Because he wanted to get this off his chest as soon as possible.

"Eh, look, about... What happened... When you... I don't..." Timon didn't exactly know how to put this. He struggled with his choice of words, eventually choosing to say it in the most simple way he could, looking away as he spoke. "Thanks."

His eyes slowly traveled back to Kir, a small smile spreading.

The Great Timon? Looks like he cracks bad jokes even when he's coherent, Kir thought, but nonetheless was relieved that Timon indeed seemed better. Not healed, of course, but it was a far cry from whom he'd found in the alley.

He watched the meerkat struggle to find something to say, and in the end just decide on a single word.

"You're welcome," he answered just as simply, and that was really all there was to it. They were guys, after all, there wasn't any need to get mushy.

Actually, it was probably a wonder Timon didn't think he was lunatic. Rescuing and taking care of people he'd known for something like 10 minutes he generally left to Jing's department (unless it was a pretty girl, a category into which Timon did not exactly fall) but then again, talking to Larxene -- or rather, Larxene bragging and him getting mad -- hadn't left room for much else. If Kir hadn't posted that thing in his journal, if that woman hadn't replied to it -- he wasn't sure what would have happened. There were just too many 'ifs' to think about.

"I guess the doctors here are figurin' you're gonna heal okay," the ex-albatross said. "Seein' as how they haven't been back in to check on you -- at least, not while I was awake..."

Well, Kir knew a thing or two about dressing wounds anyway, and they looked fine. "This must be one of those places you just leave once you're feelin' up to it," he added with a shrug.

"I didn't tell anyone you were here," Kir told Timon. "I thought... I didn't know which of your friends you wanted to tell," he said, meaning Laharl and Flonne and the host of other people whose names he did not know. "An' I didn't want that woman to find you, either."

Well then, that was that. The matter of Kir saving his tail, being there by his aid, yadda, yadda, yadda, it was all set in stone and finished with. There was no need to press the issue further. It was nice of the bird, and Timon was very thankful, but wasn't about to go any deeper than what he had said. His thoughts were the same as albatross; there was no need to get all mushy, mushy. Besides, they hardly knew each other.

He nodded in further response, although slightly irritated by the doctors for not checking up on him. What if he hadn't recovered as well as he had? What if something had gone wrong? His health was a serious issue and if those doctors weren't doing his job... Oh. Wait, they could have come to check on him while they were both sleeping. He hadn't thought of that... But if they hadn't and he found out he'd surely let them have it for putting his health at risk.

Looking over one of bandaged paws, the meerkat's gaze remain on the ceiling as he found himself in a train of thought about his condition. "Gimme a few suns, I'll be back up in no time. I mean, whatever they did to me, it worked well. I don't think the shaman could even do patch work this well."

Closing his eyes with relieved sigh, he found himself significantly pleased to know that Kir hadn't told anyone about what had happened yet. Mainly because he didn't want anyone to know. When he recovered more, he could easily go on pretending the whole incident never occurred. It was better that way, at least, he thought so.

"That's good." Timon said, "I don't want her to find me again either. Besides, nobody needs to know about this."

"Yeah," Kir said in agreement to Timon's observations about the doctors knowing what they were doing. "They had you in another room for a while after I brought you in, so I didn't see all that was goin' on. But you sure look tons better."

He had to wonder about Timon obviously wanting to keep the attack and his injuries a secret. He could definitely understand not flashing that information around to just anybody, but those people he'd been traveling with, weren't they his friends? He certainly had seemed chummy with Laharl! Or had he just misread the entire situation, and Timon was just staying with them for a little while, much like Kir had been invited to crash there for the night. Or maybe--

There were just too many unknowns to keep guessing about. So Kir tentatively pressed, "Nobody you even want to tell you're okay? I mean... you ran off in kind of a big rush last night in front of everybody. Ain't someone gonna wonder what's up with that an' be worried about you?"

He paused for a moment, and then asked, "What's the deal with that woman?"

"I feel a ton better too." he said, adding to his featherless acquaintances observation. Of course, he'd already stated that, but the need to add in the little tid-bit could not be restrained. That didn't change the fact that he still felt a tad awkward about Kir seeing him in such a rendered state. Having anyone see him like that was, well, something he didn't like. Nobody really would.

Having anyone hear about it was equally as awkward for him. Maybe it was just a sense of dignity he held. Or the fact that it made him appear weak. Er, weaker. Whatever it was, it had a pretty powerful grip of him. Not that Timon was complaining or anything.

"Listen," he began, holding his paws up defensively. After a moment they then gestured toward Kir as he assured him, "it's very simple, Egghead: If I don't tell them I'm injured, then they won't worry. If you knew how Pumbaa gets... It just makes things easier. As for those Mooks back at the hotel, they probably don't even know I'm missing."

On that note, he lowering his voice, muttering to himself, "And if Laharl found out he'd be so mad..."

Another question followed after the last on a string the meerkat was sure was anything but short. But he came prepared, snapping a pair of scissors across the string in means of breaking it with a response of "Nothing." when turning to his side so his back was facing the bird. "Just stay away from her."

"Yeah," was all Kir muttered in response, when it became obvious that Timon was done talking to him for the time being. He supposed he deserved that, after all it wasn't his place to pry about what had happened, and despite what had happened, Timon had no real reason to trust Kir.

He was used to that. In fact, he even let the 'Egghead' insult slide by without challenge. Maybe he was getting soft. Maybe he just had other things on his mind.

"You're probably tired still," he said as he got to his feet and haeded for the door. It was offering Timon an easy excuse to ignore him for a while. Of course, Timon didn't really seem like the type of guy who needed a reason to ignore someone.

"I'm gonna find somethin' for us to eat, so I'll be back in a little while. You want anything special?"

While Timon was considering the question, he also added, "You ain't as completely invisible to people as you'd like to think, you know. I already had one complete stranger askin' about you, some little kid. But if you want to blow everybody off, that's your call."

"Your leaving?" the meerkat asked, his attention easily caught by Kir's actions causing him to sit up a little to quickly. He winced, allowing his paws to run over chest to attempting soothing the the pain he had caused himself. His eyes focused back on the boy again, distress clear as rain. "But... what if Larxene comes back? -n-not that I'm worried about that or anything. Nope, not at all. I showed her who was boss. She won't be coming around any time soon... Hopefully."

Nervously glancing around the room, he stopped to look back at Kir. The thought of the organization member appearing in his room continued to haunt him, easily setting him at a lack of ease when hearing he was going to be left alone. He was most vulnerable then. And Larxene had told him that she'd be back from him. He doubted she was one to go back on such a word.

But with other matters, in truth, he was also hungry. The thought of food was very appealing. Perhaps there was a way they could get food without leaving the room. Linali had back at her place by using an odd banana shaped device which she had spoken into. Of course, he hadn't seen any in this room, but maybe there was another way... Or, maybe he should just let Kir go. The bird couldn't stay with him forever. He still had to find Jing.

His teeth grit together tightly when hearing the black albatross' further comment. That had defiantly struck a nerve. He looked irritated, eyes down at the floor as he turned himself once again from the boy. "...Fruit'll do. Don't take long."

Sinking his teeth into he lip, he shook his head. Fine; he'd let everyone know he was 'okay'. This would give him a chance to check his journal anyway since he hadn't been able to in awhile. If he was lucky, he could possibly get a hold of Pumbaa and find out where he was, or Misha to check if she was okay. Maybe even find out what he had missed back at the hotel from Laharl. Maybe.

Kir allowed a small smile when Timon seemed slightly panicked that he was leaving. Admittedly, the thought of Larxene reappearing was certainly cause for worry. But he wasn't going to be gone for more than ten minutes or so.

"This may be blunt," Kir said, "but if she'd wanted you dead, you'd be dead already. You may have showed her who was boss, but I'm pretty sure she had the upper hand in your little fight. The way you ran off last night, you were going to meet her, or meet someone anyway. She didn't randomly decide you'd be good target practise -- she was doin' it to mess with you. Maybe she wants somethin' you've got? Either you didn't have it last night, or she didn't want it. An' since the only thing you've gained between now an' then is bandages, you're probably safe for the time bein'."

The avian shrugged. "That's just what I see, anyway."

Timon didn't answer his last comment, about not being invisible to people, so Kir figured it was a lost cause. "Anyway, fruit it is... an' no, I won't take long. I ain't plannin' on running off and leaving you for no reason."

He supposed Timon could always kick him out, but this place was as good as the hotel, he supposed, for waiting for some type of communication for Jing.

Waiting for Kir to leave, Timon remained silent. He could have easily argued against the featherless bird, but at the moment, he just wasn't up to it. Besides, he didn't want to get into it either. He would continue to put it off, just like everything; run away from the problem or take the easy way out. Although, this one didn't look like it had a simple escape route.

Thinking to himself for a moment, the meerkat then pulled out his journal and flipped it open. First thing first: make a post to assure anyone who was worried or curious what had happened to him that he was alright. He also made note to get Pumbaa to talk to him when he got a chance if he read the entry.

Next, he looked through the recent entries, surprised by the number of new beings that had arrived. Then again, new people where walking through the gates all the time, so it wasn't all that great of a shock. Still, there were plenty of new 'faces'.

After going over many of the entries, Timon lastly brought himself to Fakir's journal to read, or rather, hear more of the very addicting story about 'Ahiru', also known as 'Princess Tutu'. He was hoping the story teller would share more soon.

Kir pulled the door shut behind him when he left, leaning against the wall for a moment. He'd expected at least some retort from Timon, some sarcastic quip that would have assured him that the meerkat was mending as well on the inside as he seemed to be outside. I ain't cut out to be a hero, Kir thought wryly. That was never my 'job'. Oy Jing, I could use one of your dumb little reassuring sayings right now.

But of course, no one answered.

The ex-albatross shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He was used to looking after someone, and right now that was a certain snarky meerkat instead of his partner. (Not that he'd ever put it in such a way to Timon.)

It seemed just as cold outside in the sunlight as it had last night. That was strange, shouldn't the sun make it even a little warmer? Then again, maybe the sun was fake just like the domes. Despite the temperatures, it didn't take him long to find a small store selling food. He reached into the pockets of the stolen coat he wore and grinned a little; looks like he'd picked a good one, and there was a wallet inside.

Maybe this isn't the best idea to be bringin' all this stuff back to the clinic, Kir thought as he gathered up a small bag of various food. That woman, she must know that Timon would've needed doctor's help. This is the only place the map marks for that in the whole area. Maybe we should be findin' somewhere else for Timon to heal up for a few days.

These thoughts caused him to quicken his pace a little. With his purchases made, he returned to the Havasu center and made his way back to Timon's room. With one hand on the door handle, he hesitated, then heaved a sigh and knocked, rolling his eyes. The things I do keep people from yappin' later...

The journal entry was a success. Pumbaa had become more accustomed to the little human device allowing him reply with a relieving comment setting Timon at ease to know his friend was unharmed. The same went for Misha who was now in the safety of at least two individuals now. Although, when hearing that she had been harmed by this nameless demon, he grew worried.

Hadn't he told her to stay away from any creeps in this place? To get away from Danny if he was putting her in danger? He let out a huff of hot air at this, but allowed himself to calm down. She said she was better... but that wouldn't stop him from giving her a little talking too.

Laharl also happened to stumble upon his post, easily catching the lies. But also missing the truths. Then again, it sounded like a lie, and he twisted it into a lie, so the demon was technically correct that he was fibbing. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, say to the overlord when he ran out of excuses.

Someone else had happened to catch onto his lies. And now Pumbaa. It was frustrating him. He regretted making the post now. It was a stupid idea. It wouldn't be long before they all caught on and started bombarding him with a bunch of questions, demanding the truth. They already sort of were.

Fine! Kir could get what he wanted, he'd expose himself... Regretfully. He took a deep breath, explaining to those certain individuals bits of information. Perhaps they'd come to visit him, he defiantly wouldn't mind the company. As he told himself earlier, the albatross wouldn't be there forever.

...Larxene had also left a comment. After reading over a second response from the organization member, he heard a knock on his door that startled him.

"Who's there?" he asked.

Kir shook his head wryly, pushing open the door. "Sheesh, who did you think it was? I said I'd be right back..."

He came in and sat down, opening the bag; the scent of fresh fruit wafted out. Even though he saw Timon's journal nearby, he didn't comment on it. Instead, he just divided up the food.

"While I was out, I was thinkin'," he said, crunching on a pear. "If you want to lay low, there'd be better places." He held up the wallet he'd aqquired with the coat. "If you want, I'll give you the rest of this money, you can take a mini-vacation wherever you want."

After all, he didn't get the feeling the meerkat was too impressed with him hanging around.

Watching the door fly open, Timon was more then relieved to find the familiar face of none other than his feather headed companion with a plastic bag, enticing the little meerkat's immediately after his first glance. What could he say, he had a bag thing. If left with a paper bag, he'd probably play with it for hours, then deny the entire thing.

"I thought... Never mind." he shook his head, watching Kir begin to removed different articles of food from the bag. His licked his lips hungrily, carefully pulling himself up in his bed, and shutting his journal. He had experienced QUITE a mixture of comments.

He raised a brow at the boys comment, a smirk pinching through at the side of his mouth. He was being offered money, a better place to rest. Which was tempting... the money, anyway. Ever since learning of it's importance it would prove very handy. The room he was currently in though, it wasn't all that bad.

"You should keep it." Timon said after a long pause. "I got Laharl to mooch off of. -don't tell him I said that though. Besides, you'll need it unless you wanna sleep on the couch again. If your going out looking for Jing again, that is. Not that I'm trying to chance you outta here or anything."

He rested his head against his pillow, closing his eyes for a moment. "You could meet Pumbaa. I...told him, well, I told a few people what happened -but not because you said to. They're coming now. ...maybe now you can teach me more about this place now? Unless you gotta go, that is."

"Well, if you change your mind..." Kir shrugged, gesturing with his free hand around the room. He'd flipped through the wallet earlier and it actually had quite a decent amount of cash within, certainly enough to split.

Kir was pleased that Timon had contacted people. Wasn't Pumbaa one of the ones he defnitely didn't want to know? Oh well...

"I can stick around if you want," the avian shrugged. "I ain't got anywhere else to be right now. While you were sleepin' last night, and before I feel asleep, I was looking through my journal." He moved the red bandana tied around his neck to one side, showing Timon the locket-shaped journal underneath. "I must've spent an hour flippin' through new people's messages. I still can't find any information on Jing."

He sighed. "You know... it ain't that-- I mean, I know he can take care of himself. When it comes to savin' his skin and all that, he's got all sorts of tricky little moves. But if says he's gonna do something, then he does it. That's just the way Jing is. So when he said... he was gonna meet me at the train station, I just knew he'd be there. But he didn't show up. He just... wasn't there."

Kir looked down, then gave a little laugh. "Huh, sorry about rambling like that. You've got enough on your mind."

He stretched a bit; sleeping slumped over the end of a bed hadn't been that comfortable. "So you wanna learn human, huh? I'll tell you up front, nothin'll make sense at first!"

There was Kir's problem right there: he was looking through the new messages, and not the old ones. Even though it would be far more convenient and relieving to hear the more recent about Jing, the bird would have to dig deep within' the little device before, maybe, finding something. He remembered he had stumped upon Jing's journal once, which in Kir's place would be the best place to start.

But it didn't appear they would be sticking with the topic of little the thief. It branched out into so many different thoughts that Timon was a bit thankful. He had already started thinking about his own skin being saved by his friends, back in the jungle when things weren't as 'Hakuna Matata' as they would have liked. Especially when that crooked snake was hanging around, looking for an easy meal ticket (A.K.A, trying to eat Timon}.

Giving no sign of verbal response to albatross' comment, he shared a sympathetic look with the bird, regardless if wouldn't see it. He'd help Kir find his friend the best he could. It was the least he could do, after all, this featherless pigeon had saved his life.

Reaching out to sample from the fruit Kir had set out near him, the little rodent snatched a plum. In the process, he managed to slap his journal, currently resting beside him on the bed shut. He took small nibbles of the fruit, testing how his body would react to it, proceeding to take his time in eating for once.

"At first? It ain't made sense since I got here." rolling his eyes, he continued. "'Letters', feh, what kinda Mook would make those up?"

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Kir laughed a bit. "I thought the same thing when I was learnin'," he admitted. "Couldn't figure out why you had to have a bunch of little pieces to make up one word. Wouldn't it be easier to have one thing, and that was it?"

He made himself comfortable in the chair. "But then, you'd have to remember tons and tons of pictures if you wanted to read somethin' long, right? An' humans are lazy, so they don't want to remember that much stuff. So they string little, easy letters together instead. It's kind of good, though. Since they all have their own sounds, you can put them together even if you don't know the whole word, and usually figure it out."

It was more or less the same summary lesson he'd been given years ago when he'd been learning to read. While Timon continued to eat, Kir hunted around the room until he found some paper and a pencil in the desk drawer and brought them back to the bed. For several minutes, he wrote in silence, pausing only to mutter, "May not like the body, but let me tell you, thumbs are helpful."

After a moment, he held up the paper. On it were now drawn the letters of the alphabet, arranged in a kind of square chart. With a few additions thrown in, such as "sh", "ch", and "ing" among others. Clearly, Kir had been taught in a phoenetic method sometime in the past.

"See all these? Once you got the sound of all these memorized, you're practically halfway done."

Rubbing his chin with his paw thoughtfully, he raised a brow with interest at the explanation given about humans language. He had never had much of a problem reading pictures. Memorizing images drawn by the berry paints hadn't been very difficult either. Sometimes there wasn't even anything to remember for one picture could tell an entire story. The only thing Timon DID have against drawings was when they were poorly drawn. He was quick to criticize the artist if he found their work illegible, sometimes even drawing over their work to 'correct' it. Not that he was a Van Gogh or anything -although he was a pretty good artist if he said so himself.

Maybe he was just expecting a little to much from these humans. Kir had a point, they were pretty lazy, especially the ones here in Paixao who simply sat behind a desk all the time. They didn't look like a very bright bunch, at least to him. They probably just couldn't grasp the concept of drawings, it being complicated for them. Probably couldn't draw either. The meerkat smirked at this.

So, according to Kir, these letters made sounds. And when they put the letters together, the sounds would make words. ...that sounded stupid. It reminded the red head of hippo's, hanging their jaws open and making a moaning sound. And oddly enough, it sounded like very believable human behavior. He had already seen at least one human big enough to be a hippopotamus. She even yelled like one.

Taking another nibble of his plum, he watched the boy stand up and begin searching around the room. When he returned with a large white leaf and yellow stick, the rodent couldn't help but lean himself forward a bit, curious as to what Kir was drawing. At least he thought he was drawing before the page was presented to him.

Familiar symbols decorated the paper, slightly discouraging Timon. He was hoping for a pretty picture.

"All those?" the meerkat repeated in disbelief, pointing at the piece of parchment. "But, there's gotta be at least thirty letters on that thing!"

"Hey, you can count," Kir said slyly. "Well, if you think it's too many letters, I suppose I should just give up now. I mean, you didn't tell me you had such a poor memory! If I'd have known that, I would've never brought it up in the first place. Sorry about that."

The boy shrugged, picked up an orange, and began peeling it. He knew Timon would see what he was trying to accomplish, but he was also betting on Timon's competitive nature to win out.

"Of course I can count. I ain't stupid." softly folding his arms across his chest, he narrowed his eyes at the boy. "And I can easily remember all those letters. Why, I could remember fifty letters! A hundred! All of 'em! Gimmie that leaf!"

Kir defiantly had cached on to one of the many methods of making Timon determined enough to accomplish something. Which, was easy enough thanks to the meerkats need to prove someone wrong. Who knew such a bad trait could be used for such good?

Bingo, Kir thought, restraining a smirk as Timon grabbed the paper. Despite himself and the circumstances that had led to this, he was actually enjoying himself. The meerkat's company wasn't so bad; certainly better than being alone for the moment. Kir suspected they actually had a fair bit in common, but time would tell.

So he began showing Timon the letters, sounding each of them out patiently. The way he did it was very matter of fact, and not in the least condescending. If anything, he seemed pleased to be teaching something.

"So," Kir said when he thought the meerkat had all the basic sounds of the letters down. He took the paper back, and wrote in a blank spot, KIR. And then underneath, he wrote, TIMON. He did both names because his was shorter, but the 'I' sounded more like an 'E', and Timon's had the 'i' sound but was longer. Besides, something familiar like names were always the best thing to start learning.

"An' you just stack them up, left to right, and then you've got a word," he finished. "What do you think?"

Timon wasn't exactly the greatest student; he whined and complained more than actually worked. If he hadn't spent so much time talking, he could have caught on quicker to the text, which would have been a lot less bothersome for Kir. Although, he didn't appear very phased by it. He looked like he was enjoying teaching Timon, allowing the meerkat to take as much time as he wanted.

It was nice to be working with someone with such great patients, why couldn't those back at his colony be like this when they tried to teach him how to dig? ...probably because he didn't want to dig in the first place, but still. At least here he felt like he was actually accomplishing. After some time he had got down some of the most important letters including a number of vowels.

He had to admit though, sitting there making funny sounds for such a length of time easily feel a tad foolish. It also made him feel like a gorilla. Or at least some form of monkey. These humans were really turning out to be what he had first imagined, furless monkeys, regardless of what he had been told.

Giving the piece of parchment back to Kir, the meerkat watched as he wrote down more symbols, this time as a chain, like what he had seen on the journals. When receiving the page again, he carefully looked over over the two words. He wanted to decipher them immediately and impress his teacher, but unfortunately could not remember the sound the 'k' symbol made.

"Left to right, left to right..." Timon muttered to himself, reading the word over. He then looked up from the paper, giving a rather 'what do you think I think?' expression, some what annoyed before pointing back at one of the symbols, 'K'. "I think you'll have to remind me what sound this makes again."

He paused for a moment. "...unless it's 'Ca...ir? Ca-er? Ceeeeeeer."

The red head smiled nervously at his teacher.

Kir grinned widely, beaming at Timon as though the meerkat had just made the greatest breakthrough. And really, given that they'd only been working on this for a few hours, it was really quite an accomplishment and Kir was all for giving praise where it was due.

"You got it!" he praised. "'K' makes a hard sound, where 'C' can make a hard or soft sound. So you could spell my name C-I-R, but you'd only have a half-chance of sayin' it right, so it's spelled with a 'K'."

He remembered the first time he'd been able to read his own name, it had been a great feeling. In fact, he'd spent most of the rest of the day practically glowing with pride. It just felt good to learn something new like that. He hoped Timon felt as good about it.

"You're doin' really great," he said sincerely. "You're picking this up a lot faster than I did."

He pointed back to the paper, to Timon's name. "Okay... you want to try this one now?"

He did it... He did it! He read human! His first word -or rather, first name. His nervous smile turned into a confident one as he repeated the name a few more times in it's correct, more 'natural' sounding form. It left him with a good feeling, proud enough to boast to all the city how he could from this point on officially read. Even if he needed a lot more practice, as Kir had said, he had got it and that's what counted most.

The meerkat had a grin from ear to ear. "I know I am," he replied to Kir's compliment. "I told you, I'm a genus! Naturally of course. Comes with my rugged good look, charm, and wonderful personality. Now, prepared to be amazed."

Looking back at the paper, Timon opened his mouth, about to say something before suddenly pausing. His eyes darted back down at the paper. Suddenly, he didn't look so sure. This one looked harder than the first.

"...eh. Taaah, Teee, Tmmm.... Teeem. Tem-ooohhn. Teem-on? No, no... Tim. Tim on. Tim on? Tim on. ...Timmin! Terman. Timerman? TIMBER!"

Modesty doesn't come built-in to meerkats, Kir thought, shaking his head in amusement. He leaned on the edge of the bed while Timon tackled the second word.

Sort of.

"Hey hey, slow down," he chuckled. "You're thinkin' way too much into this. You already read what it says, an' you kept right on going! Sometimes you gotta think about what you're reading, not just the sounds. Otherwise, you're makin' it too hard for yourself."

Timon blinked numerous times, exchanging glance between both Kir and the piece of paper in his paws. He'd already said the word? Which one was it? Timmin? Terman? Nothing else really made sense except for 'timber', which was apparently incorrect.

"Team on?" he asked, trying out a new word. Although, that didn't really make sense either. This word was by itself. "Hmmm..." the meerkat continued, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Then frowned. Suddenly this wasn't so easy. Frustrated, he began to try ripping up the paper. Which, really wasn't working out for him.

Eventually, he just gave up, letting the paper peacefully flutter onto his lap as he folded his arms and pouted.

"I'm not telling you what it is," Kir said blithely.

When Timon was finished brutilizing the paper and let it fall, Kir picked it up and began smoothing it out. He didn't say anything, didn't crtiticize the meerkat's little temper tantrum. Instead, he just put the paper on the table and got up, stretching to work the kinks out of his limbs.

If there'd been a book nearby, he would have done for Timon exactly what Jing had done for him years ago, read a couple words at a time, letting each word be seen and heard simultaneously. Alas, there was no book in the room.

Maybe, however...

"Maybe if you're feelin' better later," the former albatross mused, walking to the window. "We can go outside for a little while. Some fresh air would be nice, huh?"

He was looking at the street outside, and most of them had shop names hanging above the door, and signs in the window. That could work... if Timon's feelin' up to it, that is...

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The meerkat's eyes narrowed further. "Jerk."

The albatross had to be teasing him in such a cheerful tone. Or simply amused by his violent attempts toward the paper which had resulted in having it taken away. An excellent decision seeing at the little rodent would have either succeeded in destroying it, or end up hurting himself.

He'd try the word again after he calmed down. Right now he was just to frustrated. After doing so well, then suddenly failing, it had easily damaged his motivation, disabling him from going on. But surely after some time he'd be back at it and hopefully be able to successfully decipher his name. What an achievement that would be for him.

Blowing out a cloud of hot air, his eyes followed Kir to the window as he spoke, observing him for a moment before giving him a sour look at the suggestion of going outside. What was this guy trying to do, kill him out in this weather?

"Has your brain gone completely to scrambled eggs?" Timon asked dryly. "In case you hadn't noticed, it's freezing out there. I'll be a meersicle in seconds."

Pulling his blanket up and over him, the rodent made himself comfortable. He'd rather stay inside for the time being. Especially when he had this luxurious, warm, bed. Maybe he'd take a nap in the mean time. Seeing his friends- er, friend and acquaintances again would probably take a lot of energy. Plus, he wanted to look the best he could for them.

"I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up when company starts to arrive."

Kir rolled his eyes when Timon called him a jerk. Oh fickle friendship, he thought. Yeah, right!

"The fresh air'd make you feel better," he responded to the meerkat's derisive comment. "An' it's no colder than last night, and you seemed to like that coat well enough then." Of course, he'd also gotten blood on the front of it, but Kir had taken care of that with some water since he didn't figure Timon wanted to be reminded.

But, it was obvious that Timon couldn't be bothered with anything at the moment. That was made even clearer as the meerkat issued an airy order to keep watch while he had a nap.

The ex-albatross bit back a sharp retort, what am I, your doorman?? and instead crossed his arms and kept looking out the window. He had to remember that Timon was injured and probably didn't feel that great right now. He was probably just too stubborn to admit it.

"Fine," he muttered instead. "Get some shut-eye, then."

Perhaps he'd use the quiet time to check his journal again.

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