Hungry Like A Wolf [Completed]

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Character(s): Wolf and Timon
Content: Wolf treats Timon to dinner.
Setting: Haja o Que Houver
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet.

Timon hated taking the train. It was always so loud and crowded. Not to mention the fact that you never knew who you’d be sitting with – or would try sitting on you. After giving a citizen who had tried to take his seat the surprise of his life, he made note to shout at every citizen who neared his seat, mistaking it for available. For a majority of the ride the citizen beside him had ignored him, going so far as to avoid eye contact completely and look out the window. However, once a little girl had taken the seat in front of him and turned around to look at him, he could have sworn he had heard the man laugh while he and the young girl made silly faces at one another to pass the time. At least until the young girl’s mother forced her to sit properly in her seat and behave.

Only once Timon had gotten off the train had he begun to feel nervous. He had never met Wolf in person before, only spoken with him over the journals. And though they had spoken quite a bit, he was not completely sure whether or not he could trust the man – er, wolf. Or, whatever he was. He was still a carnivore and a rather flakey one at that. Sure, Wolf had said he was trying to turn a good leaf but at times it sounded as though he was weak, tempted into giving into his urges. Timon looked around from the bench he had climbed onto for any sign of the man. Would he be able to control himself? He folded his arms across chest, though took hold of both his arms and rubbed them nervously. Timon wished he had brought Pumbaa with him, but knew it could not have possibly ended well.

He hated being alone like this, out in the open. It gave him a bad feeling in his gut – though he suspected it could be his hunger as well. “Geez, he sure is takin’ his time.” The meerkat muttered to himself. Hopefully he would not find himself regretting this.,

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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.”