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

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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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"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?"