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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Larsa didn’t appear all that phased by his appearance, something that made things much easier opposed to if it had. This relieved him, allowing him to smile further. Good, this left awkward staring and odd questions out as well. They could get down to business faster, and he wouldn’t have to put up with any confusion regarding his species. –though it was uncertain whether or not the Prince was familiar with his kind. If so he would get that cleared up as soon as possible.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied to the boy, waving a paw carelessly. “It’s all in a day’s work or something like that. And don’t worry ‘bout the formalities, kid. I ain’t gunna tell if you ain’t proper for a day or two.”
Smirking, he accepted Larsa’s offer regarding a ride and carefully climbed into his hand. In many cases he’d of gone on to say he could carry his own weight, but after the walk to the restaurant, even with the shorter distance introduced within the city, it was still long walk for him. Any opportunity to rest his feet he would take, and with little protest at that.

Upon entering the building, Timon instantly flagged down a host who immediately lead them to a small table in one of the corners of the restaurant. After placing their menu’s down, he gracefully bowed and assured them that their waiter would join them shortly. The meerkat was pleased to hear this and already had in mind what he wanted to order, but would wait for Larsa to choose something too if he had to.

“Alright,” the rodent said after glancing around the restaurant. “Lay it on me; what do you want to know first? Any burning questions? –and try to keep ‘em categorized. I can’t just tell you ‘everything’, you gotta give me somewhere to start.”