paixaorpg | So a fruity demon and a warthog sit around and have a chat. No you're not on drugs. [completed]

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So a fruity demon and a warthog sit around and have a chat. No you're not on drugs. [completed]

Character(s): Vyers and Pumbaa
Content: Muns of both characters realize that these two have not interacted at all outside a couple of journal posts, which is weird when they're living together. SMALL TALK ENSUES.
Setting: Vyers' place. Dear god, it's like he never leaves.
Time: Early week 26, before fog
Warnings: Drama of the Whoring sort. We've got a Vyers in this thread after all. Other than that I've got nothing.

He had begun to get used to everything that was going on, he supposed. Perhaps not entirely used to everything, and with more than a couple regrets, but he was fairly certain he would be able to take whatever happened next as it came.

For now, he had a bottle of wine to relax with and time he intended to fully take advantage of. The demon pulled a glass from one of the cupboards and filled it before walking over to sit by a window, idly watching what few people there currently were out walk below.

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Pumbaa yawned as he got up from a nice, long nap. Simba and Timon weren't around, and neither was Roxas, so Pumbaa guessed they went out for ice cream or something. He would have to yell at them for leaving him behind later.

He stretched, well as much as a warthog could stretch anyway, and trotted to the kitchen to see if anyone else was around. He didn't know what time of the day it was, but he couldn't hear anyone. Maybe they all went out for ice cream at once. But that would mean they left him aaaaaall aloooooone!

But no, wait! "Hi Vyers!" After thinking everyone was gone, Pumbaa was more than happy to see the demon. He happily approached him. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

Vyers' nose crinkled a little as Pumbaa entered the room, taking note of the sudden smell. He stood a little straighter, however, as he was addressed and made an attempt to hide the fact that he had made such a face to begin with. He still couldn't understand how one animal could manage to make that much of a smell. Oh, how difficult it was going to be to get it out of certain rooms... He did not look forward to that "Nothing at all," he said, forcing a smile on his face. "Merely sitting back and watching the people below. While not the most interesting of activities it can be quite relaxing."

"Oh. Do they ever do anything neat?" Pumbaa never really noticed anymore if someone wrinkled their nose at his smell, so he didn't realize when Vyers straightened up.

He looked out the window next to Vyers, but all he saw was the people walking around the same way they always did. "They don't really do much, do they?"

"Not really, no," Vyers admitted. "But it is something to do, nevertheless. Occasionally somone like us passes by. They are quite easy to spot and tend to be a bit more animated than most of the people who lived here to begin with."

Pumbaa kept watching them for a little bit, then got bored. He looked back up at Vyers.

"You just do this because you don't really have anything else to do, don't you?" he asked in a deadpan. Everyone else in the apartment seemed to have a pretty easy time of finding stuff to do, but unless he was going somewhere with Gwen, Pumbaa thought Vyers spent a lot of time just sitting around. Not that there was anything wrong with sitting around and enjoying yourself. It's what Hakuna Matata was all about! Pumbaa was glad that someone shared the simple pleasures of being lazy, other than his good buddies Timon and Simba. But then a very random thought struck him.

"Hey Vyers, why do some people always call you Mid-boss?"

In the short silence, Vyers almost forgot that Pumbaa was there. He didn't mind the warthog as much as some others in the condo, but the few moments of quiet he got was nice. "When one has gone through as much as I, you learn to enjoy what few moments of peace come your way," he said, and took a slow sip from the glass. The wine had a good flavor, he had to admit, though he still preferred the sort he could get in the Netherworld. Even if the ineffectual alcohol content was as much a con as a pro sometimes.

Vyers frowned at Pumbaa's next question, looking much, much less than enthused, and drained the rest of the glass.

And this was one of the times that being unable to get drunk was a con.

"It is a rather traumatic event that I would very much not like to repeat."

"...Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up something you didn't want to talk about." Pumbaa wasn't curious enough to ask any further, after all if it was something that Vyers didn't want to think about than that really was his business.

"Do you do anything else for fun?"

Vyers blinks down at Pumbaa, a bit thrown that the warthog is actually going to comply with his request. Certainly an event that doesn't happen very often at all.

"Here? Hm..." He gazed up as the ceiling as he thought. "Usually I go along when the others go to get ice cream. I have not had much time to do much of what I find fun lately." Aside from spending time with Gwen, but even that seemed to be a little hollow anymore. He wasn't sure he really liked this little revelation. He would have to try and carve out a little more time for himself, he decided.

"Why don't you have any time anymore, Vyers?"

A simple enough question, but Pumbaa really didn't know anything about Vyers to start with. And he hadn't gotten a chance to talk to him before, either. That meant that he didn't know what kinds of things would make Vyers so worried he didn't have time to do things that were fun.

A simple enough question, Vyers supposed, but not one so easily answered. "It is a long, long story, I am afraid. A tale of mystery, drama, hardship, and being punched many, many times."

"Oh, I wanna hear the story! And then when you're done, I can tell you mine!"

Considering the fact it involved Vyers getting punched, Pumbaa was perhaps being too enthusiastic, but then, Pumbaa was enthusiastic about everything. It's not like he didn't know anyone else who'd been through bad things too.

With a slightly incredulous look, Vyers stared down at Pumbaa. He wanted to know the whole thing? The demon put his chin in his hand and turned to look back out the window, thinking about how he wanted to say this with a quiet "hmm." A few things would have to be taken out, of course. Quite a few things, maybe. But how much?

"As I have said, since I have been here, I have been subjected to a multitude of circumstances that have left me busy. Or preoccupied, I suppose, would be the better word. Between the questions this place leaves to answer and the Organization lurking in the shadows, I have been busy enough, and yet..." Another soft hum as he found himself at a loss for words. How interesting that he could tell such wonderful tales of his past with ease and yet when explaining this situation he was completely at a loss. Was that because he was still caught in the situation even now? Even trying to sort it all out in his own head left him feeling rather weary.

Vyers waved a hand dismissively, as though he were wiping away his previous statements, and stood, going to fetch the wine bottle again. "As you might have gathered, I am a father. You have seen the blue-haired boy staying here now, have you not? Laharl? The fact that I was his father was revealed to him, and ever since things have been.... interesting, to say the least." He rubbed at his jaw, easing away an echo of pain, and returned to refill his glass. "Complicated." In both good and bad ways.

"Oh..." Pumbaa was quiet for a second. "We could never get Simba to say anything to us about his dad. Every time we tried, he got really sad and walked away."

He didn't really like that even after all these years, his best buddy still couldn't open up to them, but that meant it had to be something that really hurt a lot. Leaving Simba alone hurt a little, but it was better than making him remember things that left him so sad.

"But that's why we have Hakuna Matata!" Suddenly Pumbaa was smiling and excited again, as if the moment of sadness had been nothing more than a cloud carried on a brisk wind.

"Is that so?" Vyers asked, genuinely curious. He had never thought to ask Simba anything around those lines, but Vyers couldn't help but wonder what it was that would have him so quiet on the matter. A bad memory, perhaps?

Vyers couldn't help but chuckle a little at the statement, if only at his own opinions on the statement and how the more he thought about it, the more they seemed to change. "Leaving the past behind," he said, "is a matter easier said than done." If such a thing was even possible. It seemed unforgettable for Laharl, and considering how many times it had been brought up between them, unforgettable for Vyers as well.

The future... The past... Ah, time was unavoidable, wasn't it? "But I suppose it is a plan that works well for you and your friends."

"If not for Hakuna Matata, me, Timon, and Simba wouldn't be such great friends!" Pumbaa was more than happy to explain.

"You see, when Timon and I met, both of us were outcasts. No one we lived with really liked us very much, so we had to set out on our own and brave the harsh realities of the world all by ourselves. Then we met, and we've been bestest best friends ever since! And with Hakuna Matata, we don't worry about our pasts, because they're behind us, and we can't change them anymore."

It was a miracle that Pumbaa hadn't gotten anything out of order yet. He stopped for a minute though, trying to make sure he had everything straight. "Uhhhh, wait, is that right? Yep, that's definitely right! I don't remember who told us about Hakuna Matata though."

Vyers should have expected such humble beginnings for that sort of policy. Simple solutions for simple problems. Although he could at least sympathize with something in this story.

"Ah, the life of an outcast," he mused, staring off at some distant object only he could see. "To be ostracized from others out of a mere few differences. Alone! Ashamed! But what is 'normalcy' but what the group comes to a consensus to? A thing that changes with time itself, an idea that defies definition."

"I always thought 'normal' was just a word that describes the most acceptable forms of behavior, dress, and vocabulary for any given society. But I guess that's pretty much the same thing."

"Were you an outcast too, Vyers?" Pumbaa asked after his shining, yet brief, moment of brilliant clarity. Usually they came in more useful situations than just to reaffirm what someone had already said, but that fact didn't cross his mind for more than an instant.

Vyers was about to continue, but stopped before he could even begin, turning to face Pumbaa with a blank expression. That... was something he hadn't been expecting to come out of the warthog's mouth. Perhaps it would be better to ignore that statement for now.

"That I was, as hard as it is to believe," he said with a nod. "Shunned, stared at, mocked! First in my youth and then now... Is it so odd for a demon to show affection? To believe in love, that beautiful, blossoming flower, in the midst of a society of those who deny it entirely? Even if it is not a popular belief, that does not mean the very idea should be shoved to the side, never to be touched upon."

"Oh, uh...Timon and I were never anything like that," Pumbaa said. "I mean I uh...well...my clan didn't really like...the way I smell." The warthog paused.

"As for Timon, he...well...he never really told me why he left. And we never talked about it after we met, either."

Huh, now that was definitely odd. Vyers wondered what it was that could have caused Timon, usually so eager to talk about himself, to keep quiet. Perhaps that mouth of his had gotten him into a particular spot of trouble? The ego as well? Or was it something else? Maybe one day he would have to search after that bit of information, if only to satiate his curiosity.

"Nothing at all?" he asked. "Not even a hint?"

"Not really," Pumbaa answered. "But that's that whole idea of Hakuna Matata."

The warthog looked up at Vyers with a huge grin on his face. "That's what's so great about it, it doesn't matter where you came from, or anything that happened before you met us."

Vyers hmmed softly, still not sounding entirely convinced about the system. But, once again, there was something there he could agree with. "A policy more could stand to take up, I think."

"Everyone could use a little more Hakuna Matata!" the warthog said enthusiastically.

"You sound like you could use some yourself, Vyers."

Vyers blinked down at Pumbaa, a little taken aback. "Eh? Me? What do you mean?"

"Well, you said you were an outcast, and you sounded kind of sad," Pumbaa answered.

"That, and you argue with Timon and Laharl all the time. You seem stressed."

"Hmhm... That is something I am not so worried about anymore. It was mostly when I was but a young boy. I managed to earn respect, after all, and found that there are others who agree with my views," he smiled and shrugged a little.

"As for the latter... While I doubt any arguments with Timon can be helped, I am working through those with Laharl."

"Yeah...getting into fights with Timon does seem to happen a lot..." Pumbaa shifted his front hooves around a bit, and looked around the room, sort of embarrassed. He'd had more than his fair share of arguments over silly little things with the meerkat, but they always came out even better friends than before at the end of them.

"How are you working through them with Laharl? Are you two finally realizing that you're really not that much different from each other, no matter how much you might hate to admit it even to yourselves?"

Once again, Vyers found himself staring down at Pumbaa wondering just what in the world just happened. How did he keep doing that? Not that Vyers was sure exactly what "that" was supposed to be, but it was confusing to say the least.

"Th, Through a series of various circumstances, I believe we are slowly coming to an understanding," he replied, still somewhat caught off-guard.

"Maybe you two should start eating together," Pumbaa suggested. "Sitting down to a scrumptious meal of yummy bugs always make s Timon and I feel right at home, and we're too busy stuffing our faces to argue with each other."

To the warthog, this made perfect sense. What better way to bond with someone than food? It had worked with Timon, and it had worked with Simba. Even Roxas liked to go out for ice cream, though Pumbaa still didn't understand the boy very well.

"I suppose that could work." It was a possibility. He had gone with the others to eat ice cream before and that was always an enjoyable experience--despite the fact that he could never seem to get the chocolate ice cream that he always wanted. Vyers had thought about taking Laharl sometime, but there had always been so many things that had gotten in the way. They always seemed to end up getting into trouble in some way, didn't they? And then it would all end up going downhill.

He wasn't sure exactly what they would do from there, but he was supposed to be making steps forward. Wouldn't this count?

"It's a lot easier than trying to get him to do anything else, too. Especially if really is as stubborn as he looks."

Pumbaa, of course, didn't realize just how easily this was coming to him. He was certainly wiser than he looked, even if his brains really were rather dull most of the time. But to the warthog, this felt like common sense. Maybe it was because he'd been living with Timon for so long.

Vyers nodded absently, finger to his chin in thought. "And he always has had a rather strong appetite," he agreed.

"You should figure out a time that both of you can meet so you can try it!" Pumbaa said with some enthusiasm.

"I think I will," he decided, and turned to look out the window again. "I think I will." He didn't know when, but he would find a time.

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