Somehow, he was not surprised by Wolf’s response regarding his bathing habits. Thankfully, he managed to refrain from further comment, his eyes wandering to the ceiling as a bitter response lay on his tongue. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how Wolf could attract anyone by looks alone but Timon’s perception on humans left all rather ugly in his books. They had such freakishly long arms and legs, ugly fleshy bodies and strange noses. They were almost as ugly as monkeys – and they were ugly. The meerkats expression grew sour at the thought. If he thought of this any more than he already had he was going to make himself sick.
Forcing these thoughts aside, he tried to focus on what Wolf was saying. He noticed his train of thought wandering while he spoke, slowly teetering to something Timon had hoped he would not have put together. Had Wolf realized that the only way he was familiar with Darkness was by him being around it himself? He cringed at the thought, pondering whether or not Wolf would change his opinion of him. Maybe this was just the sort of proof he needed to know he was the ‘bad guy’ opposed to Scar. He nervously brought his paw to his mouth and began to chew his nails, the silence shared between them lasting what felt like forever. Was Wolf just toying with him? Had he joined in alliance with Scar? Was this all a trap?!
Timon ever so cautiously peeked around his menu at Wolf, surprised to find him looking directly at him. And then he spoke. And, honestly, said the last thing the meerkat expected to hear; Wolf agree with him. A wave of relief fell over Timon, enough to almost have him topple over. However, he did his best to remain composed, lowering his own menu while he looked at Wolf. He had never really suspected Scar to ‘summon’ Heartless at will, but now that he thought about it, it made sense. How else would he learn so much about them? Who in their right mind would share such information with such an obvious threat? Timon rubbed his chin, thinking carefully before he replied.
“Are you familiar with the villain types livin’ upstairs - by which I mean in City Hall. A group unconnected to the Organization took the place over some time ago, that’s why it’s surrounded in all those thorns. They don’t want anyone to get inside. I tried to crawl through it before, but the roots are too deep and grew so tightly together I can’t squeeze through. They’ve been awfully quiet lately… The group up in City Hall, mind you, not the roots. I haven’t seen ‘em for some time. But from what I remember, they were able to control the Heartless. At one point they cast the entire city into Darkness and had Heartless crawlin’ all over the place.”
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Forcing these thoughts aside, he tried to focus on what Wolf was saying. He noticed his train of thought wandering while he spoke, slowly teetering to something Timon had hoped he would not have put together. Had Wolf realized that the only way he was familiar with Darkness was by him being around it himself? He cringed at the thought, pondering whether or not Wolf would change his opinion of him. Maybe this was just the sort of proof he needed to know he was the ‘bad guy’ opposed to Scar. He nervously brought his paw to his mouth and began to chew his nails, the silence shared between them lasting what felt like forever. Was Wolf just toying with him? Had he joined in alliance with Scar? Was this all a trap?!
Timon ever so cautiously peeked around his menu at Wolf, surprised to find him looking directly at him. And then he spoke. And, honestly, said the last thing the meerkat expected to hear; Wolf agree with him. A wave of relief fell over Timon, enough to almost have him topple over. However, he did his best to remain composed, lowering his own menu while he looked at Wolf. He had never really suspected Scar to ‘summon’ Heartless at will, but now that he thought about it, it made sense. How else would he learn so much about them? Who in their right mind would share such information with such an obvious threat? Timon rubbed his chin, thinking carefully before he replied.
“Are you familiar with the villain types livin’ upstairs - by which I mean in City Hall. A group unconnected to the Organization took the place over some time ago, that’s why it’s surrounded in all those thorns. They don’t want anyone to get inside. I tried to crawl through it before, but the roots are too deep and grew so tightly together I can’t squeeze through. They’ve been awfully quiet lately… The group up in City Hall, mind you, not the roots. I haven’t seen ‘em for some time. But from what I remember, they were able to control the Heartless. At one point they cast the entire city into Darkness and had Heartless crawlin’ all over the place.”