Flirting Practice with a Redhead [Complete]

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Character(s): Roxas and Timon
Content: ICE CREAM~!
Setting: Cafe Ersesat near Timon and Vyers' apartment
Time: Immediately after this thread
Warnings: Hopefully none ...Roxas gets broken.


"Come on Timon!" Roxas called, trying to get the meerkat to speed up. He was in a good mood after talking with Vyers, and the Hakuna Matata motto was ringing in his head, loud and clear. There was a broad, cheerful smile on the boy's face, and the fake light of the domes made him look brighter than normal. Or...maybe that was something he was doing himself.

Without warning, Roxas broke into a run, excited and impatient. "I'll meet you there, Timon!" he yelled back to his guardian, but a few seconds later he realized that Timon would probably get mad at him for going so far ahead. He stopped, hunched over and panting as he caught his breath. He looked back to watch the meerkat catch up to him, and mentally prepared himself for Timon's scolding.

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[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

If Roxas had thought it had taken Timon awhile to catch up before he would find after his last burst of energy it would take twice as long. It was several minutes before the meerkat finally caught up, their race proving to be a rather large error in judgment on Timon’s part. He had not realized the Nobody could move so quickly, although he could still argue he had not truly given it his all. After all, he had chosen to peruse with two legs opposed to four. It was a constant excuse he used on Simba, although the lion at this point surly saw through it. He had used it a lot over the past three years.

Once in the meerkat managed to successfully crawl his way over to Roxas’ feet, he simply allowed himself collapse onto the ground. He held up a paw, as though to silently assure the Nobody he was alright before he waved toward the ice cream stall. The blonde could get their salty treats while he laid there. Hopefully in the time it would take him to get their ice cream he would be able to catch his breath again. To carry on a conversation with simply gestures alone was too difficult, especially when he could be bothered to even stand up.