Ah, perfect timing as always. No one ever seemed arrive too terribly late for meetings in Paixao, something he actually admired about the place. It was incredibly convenient, especially during times like these. On that thought, the meerkat dusted himself off and approached the Prince. Unlike the boy, he was familiar with user pictures over the journal system, and depended on them quite heavily for identifying visitors when it came to such meetings as this.

“Glad you could make it kid!” he greeted warmly. “And in record time too.” Pausing for a moment, he cleared his throat to direct Larsa’s attention down if it hadn’t found its way there already. “I’m Timon, you’re Prince Larsa, correct?”

Casting a quick glance the area, the meerkat frowned in thought of being watched. “Let’s not keep our stomachs waiting n’ head on in, hm?” Gesturing toward the door, he looked up at the Prince expectantly. “If you don’t mind?”