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paixaorpg2010-04-06 12:54 am
cowardly-hero.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2010-04-06 12:54 am
Sweetest Of Memories [Active]
Character(s): Naminé, Xion, Roxas, Timon, Simba, and Vyers
Content: The group goes out for ice cream!
Setting: The apartment Naminé shares with Timon, Simba, and Vyers
Time: Week 19, afternoon after they go out for lunch.
Warnings: Possible cuteness?
An argument was only to be expected between Timon and Vyers. Had it not been for their stubbornness, they all would have surly been holding ice cream in their hands and paws a lot sooner. Both appeared to have their own unique take on fashion and both had no trouble finding error in the others choice of what the Nobodies should wear during their outing. It ranged from everything to colours to simply the feel of the fabric itself. The three must have tried on at least twenty different outfits before the meerkat and demon reached an agreement on what worked best. However, even then, the two were notably unsatisfied with the results. Their gaze drifted back to the Nobodies, a look of disapproval given when they caught sight of an article of clothing they found unfit. Like those pants. They did not go with that shirt.
Timon shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t care what Vyers said, purple had been a terrible choice. Not that there had been much of a choice, what with the demons wardrobe consisting of almost one colour. Perched on Simba’s head, his gaze travelled back down to the lion. He was glad he never had to worry about clothing him as a cub. He had been trouble enough without trying to dress him. The meerkat could only begin to imagine how well that would have gone over. Pumbaa may have agreed with him regarding his choice of the cub’s wardrobe, the only trouble would have been convincing Simba. When he had his mind set on something, talking him out of it was nearly impossible. The time the cub had decided to make like a monkey and scale the trees like one of them was an excellent example of this. The only way they had managed to get Simba to come down was purely by accident; he had fallen. Thankfully Pumbaa had been there to catch him but Timon had always known those monkeys were a terrible influence…
With a peaceful sigh the meerkat looked up and scanned the area cautiously. Since they had left the apartment he had been on constant watch to ensure that they were not being followed. He had had his suspicions earlier but at this point it had become clear that it had merely been a coincidence that a citizen had been following them for a short while. Timon looked back at the group and groaned. This desert had better of been worth the wait. He didn't understand why they could not have gotten this ice cream stuff back at the restaurant that they had just come from.
“Are we there yet? Lunch was great and all but all this walking is making me hungry again.”
Content: The group goes out for ice cream!
Setting: The apartment Naminé shares with Timon, Simba, and Vyers
Time: Week 19, afternoon after they go out for lunch.
Warnings: Possible cuteness?
An argument was only to be expected between Timon and Vyers. Had it not been for their stubbornness, they all would have surly been holding ice cream in their hands and paws a lot sooner. Both appeared to have their own unique take on fashion and both had no trouble finding error in the others choice of what the Nobodies should wear during their outing. It ranged from everything to colours to simply the feel of the fabric itself. The three must have tried on at least twenty different outfits before the meerkat and demon reached an agreement on what worked best. However, even then, the two were notably unsatisfied with the results. Their gaze drifted back to the Nobodies, a look of disapproval given when they caught sight of an article of clothing they found unfit. Like those pants. They did not go with that shirt.
Timon shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t care what Vyers said, purple had been a terrible choice. Not that there had been much of a choice, what with the demons wardrobe consisting of almost one colour. Perched on Simba’s head, his gaze travelled back down to the lion. He was glad he never had to worry about clothing him as a cub. He had been trouble enough without trying to dress him. The meerkat could only begin to imagine how well that would have gone over. Pumbaa may have agreed with him regarding his choice of the cub’s wardrobe, the only trouble would have been convincing Simba. When he had his mind set on something, talking him out of it was nearly impossible. The time the cub had decided to make like a monkey and scale the trees like one of them was an excellent example of this. The only way they had managed to get Simba to come down was purely by accident; he had fallen. Thankfully Pumbaa had been there to catch him but Timon had always known those monkeys were a terrible influence…
With a peaceful sigh the meerkat looked up and scanned the area cautiously. Since they had left the apartment he had been on constant watch to ensure that they were not being followed. He had had his suspicions earlier but at this point it had become clear that it had merely been a coincidence that a citizen had been following them for a short while. Timon looked back at the group and groaned. This desert had better of been worth the wait. He didn't understand why they could not have gotten this ice cream stuff back at the restaurant that they had just come from.
“Are we there yet? Lunch was great and all but all this walking is making me hungry again.”
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