“P-patient!” the meerkat choked. This lion couldn’t seriously have intended on staying. No, not unless he really was Simba’s uncle… Or just toying him. The second seemed the more likely of the two. The hyena’s had certainly made a habit out of it, he doubted the lions would be any different. Timon looked cleared his throat before he looked back up at Scar. “That’s great! After all, you know how it goes. You go out to pick up one thing then spot something else you want, then you find out a sale, and next thing you know you’re gonna need another cart. On the other hand, he’s always been quick when it comes to stuff like this so, like I said, he shouldn’t be long at all.”

Diffidently he avoided the lion’s eyes while he rubbed his paws together. “My name?” he asked. “Ah, Fred. My name is Fred. And your name is-“ The meerkat perked his head up, as though there were something behind Scar. “Simba!” Timon called out and waved to where his friend would have been standing had he truly been there. “Over here! You’ll never guess who I found!”

The moment Scar turned, the meerkat would turn tail and run as fast as his little feet could carry him.