A dragon? Timon looked puzzled by Wolf’s remark. What in Paixao was a dragon? He blinked numerous times, deciding it must have been an animal of some sort. What sort of qualities this creature possessed however he could only begin to guess. All he knew was that this was something he most likely would not want to eat personally. He raised a brow at Wolf but said nothing in response. This was not something he wanted to know about.
Once they arrived at the Haja o Que Houver, Timon immediately directed them to a booth in a far corner of the restaurant. A little privacy went a long way, especially when so many unwanted ears could be listening. Without having to do so much as lean from his side of the table, Timon was easily capable of picking up the entirety of Wolf’s scent. When the oddly identical scent shared between citizens, Wolf’s was far easier to determine inside the restaurant then outside where there was a more persistent mix of visitor’s scents. The meerkat kept his menu held up in front of him, pretending to browse through the selection.
“I didn’t pick up any traces of Darkness on you.” He spoke up, though kept his voice low enough for only Wolf to hear. “Maybe a few weird scents, but nothing too short from the ordinary - at least, not enough to tip the Heartless your way over anyone else’s. Usually the guys who can summon those things reek of Darkness. You reek, but only because you need a bath.”
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Once they arrived at the Haja o Que Houver, Timon immediately directed them to a booth in a far corner of the restaurant. A little privacy went a long way, especially when so many unwanted ears could be listening. Without having to do so much as lean from his side of the table, Timon was easily capable of picking up the entirety of Wolf’s scent. When the oddly identical scent shared between citizens, Wolf’s was far easier to determine inside the restaurant then outside where there was a more persistent mix of visitor’s scents. The meerkat kept his menu held up in front of him, pretending to browse through the selection.
“I didn’t pick up any traces of Darkness on you.” He spoke up, though kept his voice low enough for only Wolf to hear. “Maybe a few weird scents, but nothing too short from the ordinary - at least, not enough to tip the Heartless your way over anyone else’s. Usually the guys who can summon those things reek of Darkness. You reek, but only because you need a bath.”