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paixaorpg2009-05-09 01:44 am
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Weasels In The Bag [Completed]
Character(s): Larxene and Timon
Content: A battle of wits ensues as the two play a dangerous game
Setting: Haja o Que Houver to Larxene's lairbrary
Time: Week 5, Morning
Warnings: AAAAAAAAANGST
It was no surprise that Vyers would take some time to get ready for breakfast. As the pair had previously argued about just the day before, the man took far too long for Timon’s liking to prepare for the simplest of outings. With no patients, especially regarding his stomach, the meerkat chose to dine alone this morning opposed to with his bodyguard as usual. If he had to wait for the demon a minute longer he claimed that he would start eating the furniture, or at least try to. Waving to the Dark Adonis as he made his way to the door he assured the man that he would see him later that night, but not to wait up for him for dinner. He had other plans for the evening that did not involve Vyers.
Quickly heading down the stairs to the restaurant located within the hotel, the little rodent went over his plans for the day, starting with what he would have for breakfast. He had visited restaurant so often when he last lived in Haja o Que Houver he practically knew the menu by heart. Of course, Vyers’ poor ability to cook contributed greatly to these visits, but Timon never complained once (other than when the food took too long).
Walking down the long empty hallway to the main lobby the meerkat whistled calmly. Regardless of the start, today was going to be a good day, he could feel it.
Content: A battle of wits ensues as the two play a dangerous game
Setting: Haja o Que Houver to Larxene's lairbrary
Time: Week 5, Morning
Warnings: AAAAAAAAANGST
It was no surprise that Vyers would take some time to get ready for breakfast. As the pair had previously argued about just the day before, the man took far too long for Timon’s liking to prepare for the simplest of outings. With no patients, especially regarding his stomach, the meerkat chose to dine alone this morning opposed to with his bodyguard as usual. If he had to wait for the demon a minute longer he claimed that he would start eating the furniture, or at least try to. Waving to the Dark Adonis as he made his way to the door he assured the man that he would see him later that night, but not to wait up for him for dinner. He had other plans for the evening that did not involve Vyers.
Quickly heading down the stairs to the restaurant located within the hotel, the little rodent went over his plans for the day, starting with what he would have for breakfast. He had visited restaurant so often when he last lived in Haja o Que Houver he practically knew the menu by heart. Of course, Vyers’ poor ability to cook contributed greatly to these visits, but Timon never complained once (other than when the food took too long).
Walking down the long empty hallway to the main lobby the meerkat whistled calmly. Regardless of the start, today was going to be a good day, he could feel it.
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It did not take very long for the rodent to realize he could not lift the dictionary, though he continued to try. He had to escape. It didn’t matter how, especially under these circumstances, but he just had to, otherwise he’d be too injured to in the future – assuming of course he got out of this. Timon bit his lip at the thought. Then again, it brought about many situations he had been able to weasel himself out of. That gave him hope. If he could weasel his way out of those, he could certainly get out of this. He was the brains of the outfit. Thinking on his toes was what he did best… He just had to get to the thinking part.
Keeping his back to the Nobody, he slowly brought his arms down and clasped his paws together. He brought them under his chin, looking ahead of him in thought. His lips twisted into an unusual smirk.
“Can't say the same about you.”