It had not been a lot of time, but somehow Timon managed to peel himself off the sidewalk and stand on his own before Roxas returned with their ice cream. The meerkat looked absolutely exhausted, hunched over and wheezing for breath, but still standing none the less. He looked up at Roxas and nodded at his suggestion. Sitting would be nice, there were no arguments there. “Good thinking, kid.”

Proving to still have some strength left in him, he walked over to the nearest bench and jumped up onto it. Without a pause, he continued to climb the benches backrest until he reached the top and seated himself. A little satisfied sigh escaped him before he spoke. “Ah, now this is more like it! Not a bad view either. I mean, as good as a view gets around here.” He glanced over at Roxas, then the ice cream treats in his hand. “Which one you think is the lucky winner?”