Looking up at Simba the meerkat planted his paws firmly on his hips. He could think of plenty of places to tell them to go, many of which considerably impolite. “He might look the same but he sure doesn’t sound the same, especially up here, if you know what I mean.” Timon tapped his head to emphasise his point. Maybe Simba had just confused him with somebody else… although, he couldn’t think of many other Nobodies that fit such a description. He scratched his head and looked the teen up and down curiously before his attention was turned back to Xion.

Sora had never yelled at him like that before. But he had never sounded so… Feminine either. He stared at the Nobody in response, her words flying completely over his head. Why did he smell so strongly of Darkness? And Xion, who was this ‘Xion’ Roxas had addressed? He looked between Sora and Roxas in confusion. “What’s goin’ on here? Xion, who’s Xion?”