paixaorpg | Semi-Constructive Criticism [Completed]

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Semi-Constructive Criticism [Completed]

Character(s): Vyers and Timon
Content: Complaining! And, uh, other stuff.
Setting: Not far from the Vanaheim gate [F4 Area]
Time: Mid-morning, Week 15
Warnings: None

Laharl had been putting ideas into his father’s head. Thinking he could simply scoop him up and carry him off… Where did he get off thinking that was alright? He had certainly never done it before, not without good reason. And this, this was not good reason. This was just outrageous; unthoughtful, unfair, and completely idiotic. Why, he hadn’t even been given a say in the matter. He had things he had wanted to say to the couple, important things. Vyers knew this and yet he seemed to have no problem putting his plans to and end. Who knew Laharl could be such a terrible influence?

“It’s a crime to interrupt them but not me?” the meerkat argued, fighting to free himself from the demons grasp. “Where did you get an idea as stupid as that? What mook made that up? Now put me down, I still have somethin’ to say. Actually, now I have even more to say! Oi, are you listening to me? I said drop me! That’s it, now you’re in trouble. If you know what’s good for you you’ll turn around right this instant, or else…” His continued protest carried on long after they had left the group, Timon only proving to tire himself physically not verbally. The longer the demon failed to obey, the longer he could expect to find the rodent screaming in his ear.

If he keep this it wouldn't be long before he found himself deaf in one ear.

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Vyers attempted to keep a straight face the entire time, though it was beginning to become obvious that Timon's complaining was grating on his nerves. Once they were finally far enough away from the two, he set Timon down and rubbed his temples. "There! Must you be so loud? Ah... I feel a headache coming on." It never ceased to amaze him how something so small could make such a terrible racket.

"I'd rather not meddle in the affairs of young love. After all, it must be given time to bloom once more," he added. "...For now, in any case." He wouldn't mind helping things along a little bit in any case.

"But they should be allowed to have their reunion, should they not? And, either way, it doesn't seem as though he would have believed you." He took a moment to look Timon over, a thoughtful expression suddenly appearing on his face. "And why were you weaving such a tale together in the first place?"

Whatever made Vyers think the meekat actually cared about his needs remained a mystery, especially when the demon showed no interest in his needs. He needed to talk to Laharl and Flonne; he needed to trick them; to make things right again. It was the only way he knew how and if he couldn’t get that, Vyers shouldn’t have expected to get anything he needed either. It was only fair, wasn’t it? He scoffed at the demons request and began to march back in the direction they had come from.

“It has plenty of time to bloom!” He argued. “Hundreds of thousands of years or however the heck long you guys live for. And if that wasn’t a reunion back there, what would you call it, hu? Trust me they got all the time to need, Paixao or not.”

Not far from the demon, Timon came to a stopped and leaned against a near statue. Only now had it occurred to him how long it would take him to reach the two again, assuming they had not left their spot at the gates. He would never be able to catch up now, even if he ran. Not that he had the strength for that. At this point he also realized how greatly he had tired himself out from all his protest. He scowled and kept his back to the demon. Now what was he supposed to do? Vyers was obviously of no help and Laharl no longer had any friends – or vassals - left to save. His options were growing limited.

“Fine, they can have their reunion.” He said in defeat.

He sighed heavily. "While that is a bit of an exaggeration, I've no doubt it will take some time before they are as they were before. What a shame!" Watching them made him feel young again. At least Timon was going to leave them be (and he himself had guessed correctly on the amount of distance needed).

Vyers paused, frown suddenly deepening as he realized Timon hadn't answered his question. Had that been on purpose, or had the meerkat merely gotten lost in his list of complaints? Knowing Timon, it was likely to be some sort of mixture of both. In any case, Vyers still wanted to hear the answer. Was this his way of attempting to make amends with Laharl. Hm. "Why were you attempting to create that story in the first place?" he asked again.

So he had noticed he hadn’t answered his question after all. How typical; playing it dumb and then, when it was least expected, bam! It was almost as though he had planned it that way. Like, maybe, Mid-Boss wasn’t quite as stupid as he seemed to be… Naaaah, he totally was. After all that inane parading around he had done? Definitely. Still, Timon did not feel any less comfortable with his question. He shifted awkwardly.

“Why wouldn’t you go along with it?” the meerkat asked in return. “Would it really have been that bad? You would have looked like a hero, which I gotta say, has more perks than disadvantages for you. Considering they think you’re a mid-boss and all, I was doing you a favour.” He shook his head and tsked. “That’s the last time I try and help you though. Obviously I’m wasting my time. You’re a lost cause.”

Vyers looked quite surprised with this revelation. So he was trying to help him? How interesting indeed... Though it seemed he had caught Timon a little off-guard with his question. Had Timon really thought he wouldn't notice. My, how people underestimated him... Though that was technically what he was going for now, so he supposed he shouldn't complain too much.

As much as it still bothered him.

"Tsk, tsk! That would ruin the ruin the element of surprise!" he replied enthusiastically. "As much as that... status grates on my nerves, it is all the better to keep my rival off-guard. ...Keeping my relationship to him other than being my rival quiet, of course."

Timon repressed the urge to facepalm. What on earth had he been thinking? This demon was as gifted as a hyena with half a brain. He rolled his eyes and turned to look at Vyers. The last thing he looked was impressed. Time and time again, this man never failed to prove his fatuity.

“What element of surprise? You live with the kid! Anything you do or plan to do he’d figure out long before you even do. If anything, you’re making yourself more predictable like this. Believe me, you couldn’t even startle a rabbit if you tired.” The meerkat folded his arms across his chest and frowned at the demon. “Why wouldn’t you want people to know he’s your son though – other than at his request? I mean, if I were him, I wouldn’t want people knowing you were related to me either but that’s not the point. Doesn’t your relationship need time to blossom as well?” he asked mockingly.

"Ah, well... He doesn't exactly live with me anymore, I do not think, and it is not him I worry about knowing," he explained quickly, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. "Though that is a subject best kept from being talked about here. Who knows what sort of rude eavesdroppers may be present, hm?"

Best to keep the subject off of himself for now. "Though... I must admit I'm surprised you were actually taking measures to aid someone else."

They were living separately now? When did that? Why did that happen? And who did they, or rather he, not want to know, the Organization? A little late for that. Timon was sure Larxene had figured that out by now. Actually, she had even made a message board post about it if he remembered correctly or at least suggested it in one. And what did it matter if others knew anyway?

“Right, eavesdroppers,” The meerkat agreed. “can’t forget about them. After all, this information is far more dangerous to talk about in public than, say, the Organizations secrets.” He continued, his lack of concern more than obvious. “Just think of all the trouble we’ll get into if anyone overhears us. Seriously.”

Timon then paused and looked away for a moment. “So what, now you think I’m a bad guy too?”

Vyers heaved a heavy sigh and put his palm to his forehead. "That isn't who I was referring to," he muttered. "And it isn't so much danger as..." The topic was going back to him again. While that was normally all well and good, he would rather not discuss it any further. The very thought made him... anxious, somehow. Uncomfortable. Partially because of the threat of eavesdroppers, but also...

He was thinking about this too much. As long as he continued the charade, there would be nothing to worry about, would there?

"Is there really a need for so much hostility?"

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m angry. After you deliberately ignored me and forced me somewhere against my will you expected me to be okay with it?” Timon gave a huffed in frustration. “Sometimes I wonder just what goes on in that head of yours. But to answer your question, yes, it’s necessary because it seems to be the only way to get anything through that thick skull of yours. Though, now I’m starting to have my doubts. I’m just repeating myself now. Clearly you’re become senile too. Juuuust gravy.”

The meerkat sighed quietly and buried his face in his paw. “This just isn’t fair.” He said to himself.

Now, more than ever, he longed for Pumbaa’s wisdom. Sure, ‘Pumbaa’ and ‘wisdom’ in the same sentence did sound odd, but they went together like bee's to honey. The warthog had always been there to keep Timon in check, to act as his conscious, to tell him what he needed to hear… Or at last he had been. There was so much to be said, so much he had kept inside, but no one fit enough for the position to talk to. Not that he necessarily had to talk with Pumbaa either; the warthog generally knew what Timon wanted to say before he even said it, as he knew with Pumbaa. They always seemed capable of telling what the other was thinking. He looked up at the demon curiously, then shook his head. No, couldn’t possibly even consider Vyers. He wasn’t that desperate.

… Was he?

Timon looked up once again, realizing that he had fallen unusually silent. "What are you looking at?" he snapped.

Vyers was hardly amused by the meerkat's rant, and it showed on his face, but the more he thought about it, and the more he observed Timon, the more he got the feeling that something was... off. Not terribly off, no. Nothing like when Timon had been injected with light. But there was certainly something that was bothering him. A pity it seemed he wouldn't ever just come out and say it. Much like someone else he knew, really...

He observed Timon a moment longer, putting a hand to his chin as he thought to himself. After a quick glance around the area to make sure no one was watching, Vyers finally spoke. "It is never a good thing to hold one's thoughts inside. If you are troubled, you should say so."

“Troubled?” He repeated in surprise. Irritation, however, took no time in returning to his face. Whatever it was Vyers was trying to do, it wasn’t working. As far as Timon was concerned, the demon was only making himself look more and more foolish. “Yeah, I’m troubled alright. Troubled by how dense you can be! I’m angry, remember? Obviously I’m troubled - troubled by you! Don’t you have anything better to do, other peoples plans to ruin, love to bloom or something? Seemed to do a fine job at ruining mine, why don’t you go make a hobby of it?”

Sticking his nose up, the meerkat motioned for the demon to leave.

Vyers frowned. He had expected some sort of reaction, but not one quite so... violent. He responded to Timon with a small sigh and a shrug. "So quick to push people away... Very well, but my intention was nothing of the sort." Slowly, Vyers turned and began to walk away.

What was THAT about? If he didn’t want to be pushed away, maybe he should have actually considered putting some thought into his words. His approach had been completely wrong. Not only that, but Timon had gotten the feeling the demon wanted to get something out of him, more specifically the workings of the plan he had created. Not that his questioning had not made that obvious enough. Still, the answer was incredibly simple: he wanted to be a hero. What more was there to it, why did he think there was more to it?

Timon turned his glance back to Vyers to find much to his surprise that he had in fact taken a leave. The meerkat jumped to his feet in panic. Where was he going? He wasn’t actually supposed to leave! He couldn’t leave! He needed him there. He needed someone there. After he had found the demon again, he couldn’t possibly let him just leave. Why was it the one time the demon actually listened to him the time that he had intended him not to?

“Wait!” he cried, running after Vyers. “You can’t go! I mean, you don’t have to go. I don’t want you to go. Because, uh, ruining people’s plans is my hobby! Find your own – later, not now. These aren’t the proper conditions for hobby hunting, you know. It’s going to rain; very distracting. It’s important you have to be in the proper state of mind for this sort of thing, that you can focus and you obviously can’t. Maybe you outta sit down for a bit, hu? Not that I want you around or anything. Being seen with you is embarrassing. But I can make an exception, I need you- you need me. Need you to listen to me for your own good.”

Well, he definitely blew that one.

“Please don’t go.” he finished simply.

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For a moment, Vyers wondered whether or not Timon was actually going to let him go. The demon had his suspicions, of course, but sometimes it was difficult to say, and the last time he had followed such a suggestion, it had turned out badly for him. Hopefully this would turn out different.

...There. The answer to his question. Was it really so hard for Timon to say?

He chuckled, though there was no mockery in it, and turned, a small smile on his face. "As I said before, you should be more honest with yourself. ...Technically, you would not have been in this situation if you were in the first place, but that is besides the point now. If a companion is what you need, I would be more than happy to provide... as long as you refrain from making more of those 'servant' comments, of course. If you truly wish to reconcile with Laharl, that is at least one thing you will need to work on."

Vyers grinned, making a sweeping gesture in the direction of the apartments. "Now, let us away! Ah, how this stomach aches... I should have remembered to eat breakfast. A grand brunch will have to suffice, I suppose."

Why that two timing, underhanded, jerk! He had planned for this to happen all along! How could he have been so blind, fallen for a mere Mid-Boss’s trick?! Had loneliness truly drove him to this; to actually allow Vyers to take advantage of his state in such a manner? Timon knew demons were low but Vyers always seemed to be above it all. Had he been wrong about the Dark Adonis? Maybe he was just as low as the rest of them. He certainly didn’t seem to have any trouble getting what he wanted out of the meerkat or, by the look of his small smile, regrets. He glared at the demon and growled.

Now he thought he could preach him about honesty too? What made Vyers think the meerkat wanted to listen to anything he had to say now? That he knew anything about honesty, that he even knew anything about him? After all, it was the lies that allowed him to get as far as he had, not the truths. They were what kept him going, that is, after his friends, of course. Where did honesty lead him, alone in a dark tunnel somewhere simply afraid of everything? Timon refused to live that life. Although, after recent events, his life did not appear to be all that different from if he had lead an honest one at this point. He was still alone and still afraid of a lot of things, no thanks to Organization Thirteen.

So, he had been asked to refrain from ‘servant’ comments? “Sure,” he replied. “As long you refrain from talking.” The meerkat then nodded in agreement with the demons decision, though he hardly looked any less thrilled to be with Vyers. “Let’s go.”

Vyers' eyes went wide at the response. A glare? That comment? Had Timon really just...? Scowling, Vyers put his hands on his hips. "My, and here I was attempting to help you! But if you truly don't want to make amends, then there is nothing I can do." Why was it that everything he seemed to do backfired on him lately? How easier it was to intervene when no one knew who he was... And when he had Lamington to help. "If you hate my presence so, should you not find someone else?"

"If you were more honest with yourself and if you listened to others instead of dismissing their concerns as below your own, you would not have been alone in the first place! Hmph, and to think I gave you the benefit of the doubt! I thought you to possibly be a fair leader!" he snapped. "Apparently, I was mistaken." It was, perhaps, a little harsh, but Vyers had grown beyond frustrated by that point. A low growl, and the demon turned his back on Timon, his arms crossed as he glared straight ahead.

How was anything he had said, anything he had done helpful for anyone but himself? All this talk of honesty, ha! Like he was one to talk. He had lied. Timon knew he had lied. And when he had said he wanted to keep his relationship with his son quiet? That was as good a sign as any that he was planning to lie about that too. There was just no way he could play that card or expect to get away with it. That was probably why he laid down a second: reminding the meerkat how alone he was. As if he didn’t know this enough already, the fact that he was here, with Vyers, seemed to make it even more obvious. The way he finished by commenting on his failure seemed like the bow to complete the package. And in a way, it was. It made him feel worse.

Silence followed while the meerkat struggled to reply. Not because he couldn’t find the words, because there were many that came to mind, but rather refrain from speaking them. Well, more like yelling them. But Vyers wasn’t making this easy. Couldn’t he find another, less vexatious way to be helpful like actually listen? Not that Timon planned on telling him anything now. There was no way he could reveal how weak he was, how pathetic. Because regardless of the way he acted he knew and he knew better than anyone else. The lies made him feel better, promised something greater, and ultimately turned into a defence mechanism of his. He wouldn’t abandon it.

He tugged gently on the demons pant leg to get his attention. "What should I say?"

True, Vyers had used many lies. White lies, in his opinion. As far as he knew, they did no real harm and, indeed were supposed to make things better for people. And, after all, demons were expected to lie every now and then. But as far as he was concerned, there was a difference between a lie to another and a lie to oneself. Although he would readily admit that the latter was... difficult, to say the least.

The demon continued to quietly seethe during the silence, gaze remaining forward the whole time. Vyers was used to disrespect. He didn't particularly like it, but having been dubbed "Mid-Boss" for so painfully long, he was used to being treated like one and almost expected it, considering his previous behavior (and that soon to come). But it wore on him sometimes, especially when it came from someone he truly wanted to help.

Even still, a small, nagging voice in the back of his head reprimanded him for his harsh words. He tried his best to ignore it.

Vyers glanced down at the sudden tug at his pantleg, which elicited a small "hmph" from the demon as he turned his head away. The question, however, caught him off-guard, and he paused, expression softening only for a second, quickly remembering that he was still supposed to be angry. "About what?"

Timon did not look up at the demon. Instead, he stared down at the ground where the demons antagonizing gaze could not reach him. At least in theory they couldn’t. However, the meerkat could not shake the feeling of Vyers’ crimson eyes beating down at him. He shifted uncomfortably at the idea but did not release his hold of the Dark Adonis. In case the demon decided to leave again he would be forced to take Timon with him.

“What do you want me to say to you?” he asked again, this time more specific. Obviously Vyers wanted something out of this otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered to go so far with it. He didn’t have a lot of choices, and he took very little liking to playing the demons game. Timon just wanted to get whatever it was Vyers expected done and over with. “What should I say to Laharl?”

That... was actually a good question. What did he want from Timon, exactly? There were many, many things he could think of off-hand. But to say... Well, he supposed that was a little easier. It certainly narrowed down things, and there was one thing that was at the very top of his list.

"An apology," Vyers finally replied, his nose in the air. "As well as some respect." A simple request, he thought. The former was the most important thing at the moment, though he truly hoped to attain the latter, at the very least in some small amount.

"...I assume something similar would do for Laharl. Although I imagine he will be much less forgiving. It takes more than mere wordplay to repair any bond."

An apology, he wanted an apology? Please. Vyers couldn’t possibly have been serious. No, the fact that he had asked for respect too proved it. He knew that was, well, impossible! Then again… All this couldn’t possibly have been just for a little ego boost, could it? The meerkat’s expression grew sour at the thought. Vyers was just growing to be more crooked by the minute, wasn’t he? However, if anyone in this city was underhanded, it was Timon. He could play Vyers as well as the demon had him.

“What do you think I was trying to do back there?” Timon replied, frustrated by the demons density. “Saving Flonne and you, whether you realize it or not, would have fixed this, fixed everything! It was perfect up until you butt in and ruined things.” The meerkat stopped and sighed. “You’re right though, I owe you one apology.” He agreed, slowly moving to look up at the demon. “And I get to decide on when I give it to you.” The redhead said through a devious smile. “After all, you never said when I actually have to apologize.”

While Vyers wasn't entirely happy with Timon's response, he knew it was the best he was going to get out of the meerkat for now. He would make sure Timon kept to his word, however. He wanted that apology, and as far as he was concerned, he was going to get it.

Vyers fixed Timon with an unamused glare. "...Fine. While I doubt your plot would have fixed everything as you say--and I certainly didn't ruin anything--the gesture does speak for something. I will be waiting on that apology. Do not think I will forget!"

Timon rolled his eyes and waved the demons words off. “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. You’ll get your apology… eventually. I’m known as a meerkat of my word you know, among several other outstanding qualities, of course. You have nothing to worry about so quit fretting.”

With that, he released his hold of Vyers’ pant leg. He was sure the demon wouldn’t take off anywhere without him now. At least, he hoped not. If this was another dirty trick he would not hesitate to give Vyers a good piece of his mind, alone or not in the end. If it wasn’t, it seemed as though they had reached an understanding. True, he had not spoken the words what he truly hoped to, but he could wait a little longer. He had done so for so long already, what did it matter? Besides, he was no longer alone. That had been his biggest problem. With that solved, the others no longer seemed so bad.

Fretting? he was hardly fretting. It was more of a warning than anything else. Not that he would do anything drastic for something so small as an apology. But he had his ways.

"Now, as I was saying before... Shall we be off? I really am getting quite hungry," he asked, the drama of his original statement having long worn away. How sad that his lovely words had been lost to the wind like that. "Anything at all would be wonderful now." Almost anything. He still had a certain level of quality to look for in his food. Hmmm... Perhaps they could eat out this time?

“Anything you didn’t cook would be wonderful.” Timon replied wryly, answering Vyers’ unspoken question by coincidence alone. Probably not in the way the demon would have anticipated or really appreciated but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Even if they were paying for the meal, twenty percent gratuity included. A fiendishly familiar grin crawled across the rodents features. “And I say that in the utmost sincere way possible. Tell you what though. As long as we eat out, I'll let you pick the place... As long as it's not anywhere we have to wear stupid hats or anything like that.”

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The corner of Vyers' mouth twitched downward at Timon's statement. Surely his cooking wasn't that terrible. There were certainly others out there who were far worse cooks than himself. Actually, Vyers considered himself to be doing quite exceptionally for one who had not had to cook for himself most of his life.

Before Vyers could begin to voice any of these complaints, however, his stomach growled, sending the demon right back on topic. "The Haja o Que Houver?" he suggested, "It has been a very long time since we have last gone there, has it not?"

Timon had never truly cooked in his life but was fairly confident he could do a far better job than Vyers, especially when it came to toast. It was so simple yet Vyers somehow always failed at it. All you had to do was put the bread in the magic box and pull the lever down. It was that easy. Maybe the box didn’t like him. He had noticed the bread stayed in the box a lot longer when Vyers put it in then when others did…

“You’re so predictable.” The meerkat replied, having had a strong feeling Vyers would pick that restaurant. “Works for me though. Kind of reminds a guy of the good ol’ days, doesn’t it?” Appearing on the demons shoulder in seconds flat, he sighed and leaned against Vyers’ head at the thought. “But without further ado,” He continued and gestured forward. “Lead the way, mon Capitan.”

Making toast was far harder than one would think! Of course he had tried lessening the amount of time the bread stayed down, but it always seemed as though it never was fully done. And so he would put it back in for longer... But he was getting closer! If there was a special amount of time he was supposed to keep the bread in, he would find it soon.

"I suppose it does offer its own measure of nostalgia," Vyers agreed, beginning to walk in the restaurant's direction. "Ah, but that is what makes it the ideal location, is it not?"

“Nostalgia?” The meerkat repeated in surprise. He looked down at the demon suspiciously. “You’ve been reading those books again, haven’t you?” Timon scoffed at the idea. Books were of no use to him. If anything, he considered them a complete waste of time. He didn’t need them nearly as badly as Vyers did. As the demon had once explained, such literature was used to expand ones knowledge of things, including their vocabulary. To one who already knew everything, such as himself, the books held no purpose. Well, other than to get Vyers’ attention when he required it. In that case he would simply threaten to damage one. That usually worked.

Timon slid down into a seated position and sighed. “Better than reading fortune cookies, I guess. You’re bad enough with your own faux wisdom and vague prophecies. But you’re right; the food has at least me coming back. If Ma had ever made anything like that, it would taste just like it, you know what I’m saying?”

For the briefest of moments, Vyers seemed almost uncomfortable, but his expression quickly switched to one of annoyance. "It is not faux wisdom," he replied indignantly. "I have plenty of wisdom. You simply never listen to it." There were so few people who did, really. He couldn't understand why. He had perfectly good advice! It was no doubt the pride of others that got in the way. If only they would listen to him.

"It is quite good," he agreed. It wasn't quite what he was used to, but so little in this place was. It was quite difficult to match Netherworld cuisine. Although... She would make something similar from time to time.

The redhead rolled his eyes. Plenty of wisdom, hu? Because for a demon of his considerable years it certainly didn’t seem like he had any. Then again, if Timon wanted to play that game, he should have technically been just as wise as the demon, if not wiser. Whatever ridiculous age Vyers was he was sure he would have him topped if he were of the same species. Not that Timon took any liking to calling himself old or anything. Vyers just didn’t look as though he had any reason to worry about things like going grey yet while he did. His eyes scanned the demons head for even the slightest discoloured stand before they wandered back down at Vyers again in curiosity.

“How old are you?” he asked, the question surely sounded completely random. “Just curious, that’s all.”

Of course, Timon wouldn't find a single glimpse of grey in that sea of purple--not that Vyers would ever admit there was if there were. And, if there were, it was likely that almost everyone within a good two-mile radius would know the second it was found.

And the demon wouldn't be seen out of the apartment for a good two days afterward.

Timon's question was first met with an almost strangled, startled noise. He stopped in place and turned his head away, half in a huff, half in embarrassment. "Th-That is hardly an appropriate question to ask!" he snapped back quickly. "I-It is incredibly rude to ask someone their age so bluntly." It wasn't so blunt, but that didn't make Vyers want to avoid that particular question any less.

Well that had certainly been an interesting reaction. All his previous suspicions immediately returned at the demons response. If he was that insulted over it, he must have been a lot older than he let on. Timon smirked at the idea. Vyers wasn’t secretly colouring his hair now too, was he? He waited a beat before

“Ah. So that’s how it is, hu?” the meerkat replied. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, the mischievous smirk never leaving his face. “Alright, alright, I get it. That answers my question though. Sorry I brought it up.”

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, running his fingers through his hair embarrassedly as he began walking again. He didn't need to see the smirk to tell it was there. He didn't even need to hear it in the meerkat's voice. "I was merely stating a fact."

Besides, he wasn't so old. He was as youthful as he had ever been, especially now!

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