Weasels In The Bag [Completed]

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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.

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Timon didn’t say anything in response to Larxene, though his expression made it very clear he had a lot to say. His face notably hardened as he threw himself against the glass harder, more desperately than before. As much as he hated to admit it, it was difficult to ignore the Nobodies words in person. Even more so avoid thinking about her words in person. Over the journals he just had to close the device and it was over with, he could occupy his mind with something else. Here he was stuck and he had to listen regardless if he wanted to or not.

Naturally, she was right about him. He really was just a scared little animal: scared of being hated, of being alone, scared of dying hated and alone. He was just pretending to be mayor out of a love of power, power he would never have. Power to protect his friends, to protect himself, but so far he’d only managed to hurt them. As for being a rat, well, he might as well be considered a rat for the way he acted. But there were a lot of people that relied on him, just as he relied on them. The only difference was that he’d let them down and not just once.

The meerkat stopped, resting against the glass for a moment in exhaustion. His back continued to face the girl, but not for long. Shortly after he had stopped running into the bowls side, his form began to slouch. His paws threw themselves over his chest as he gave a gasp and began to teeter. As Timon tried to step back he began to fall from a loss of balance, landing perfectly on his back. His wide frightened eyes gazed into Larxene’s for a second - then closed as he became lifeless.