Give A Little, Get A Lot [Completed]

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Character(s): Larsa Ferrinas Solidor and Timon
Content: Larsa unknowingly treats Timon to dinner for information regarding the city
Setting: Porfavore's
Time: [Week Two] Evening
Warnings: None

Food and business went together well; usually the person he met paid for him and considering his appetite, it was exceedingly costly. Of course, that didn’t faze him. Money was easy enough to obtain in Paixao, even now, and his information was valuable. As far as he was concerned it was a fair trade.

As usual, Timon waited outside the building for his guest. He doubted he would be spotted in the restaurant by himself, especially if Prince Larsa was unaware what he actually looked like. The previous man he had met, who oddly also happened to be a Prince, had made them same error, causing him to draw his blade at the rodent. Thankfully things had worked themselves out in the end, but sometimes not being or human race could be incredibly troublesome.

Cautiously, he stood against a statue, hidden in its shadow while he awaited Larsa’s company. Another reason he refused to wait alone inside the restaurant for the Prince was in case a member of the Organization was inside. He’d be in the wide open, and simple to snatch. Well, that and the fact that he couldn’t reach the handle to get inside to begin with.

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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?”