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Character(s): Tinkerbell, Timon
Content: Tinkerbell brings Timon a gift!
Setting: The apartment Timon is hiding in. :|
Time: Week 37
Warnings: None
If this wasn't where Timon was, she was giving up. She decided it, here and now, panting as she continued to lug the heavy load she'd encased inside a small basket covered in a blanket. To anyone else, the darling little basket wouldn't be a problem to carry at all, but the bite-sized pixie was having some problems, even with her pixie dust.
She lowered it onto the windowsill and leaned against it for a moment, puffing and rubbing her lower back. Adding to her bedraggled appearance, her pale skin was streaked with dirt and a twig poked out from her bun. All told, not the best way to look when coming to someone's home, but that was the farthest thought from her mind.
"Timon!" she called after catch her breath, pounding on the window with all her pixie might. "You in there? It's me!"
Content: Tinkerbell brings Timon a gift!
Setting: The apartment Timon is hiding in. :|
Time: Week 37
Warnings: None
If this wasn't where Timon was, she was giving up. She decided it, here and now, panting as she continued to lug the heavy load she'd encased inside a small basket covered in a blanket. To anyone else, the darling little basket wouldn't be a problem to carry at all, but the bite-sized pixie was having some problems, even with her pixie dust.
She lowered it onto the windowsill and leaned against it for a moment, puffing and rubbing her lower back. Adding to her bedraggled appearance, her pale skin was streaked with dirt and a twig poked out from her bun. All told, not the best way to look when coming to someone's home, but that was the farthest thought from her mind.
"Timon!" she called after catch her breath, pounding on the window with all her pixie might. "You in there? It's me!"
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Sprawled out on the floor, the meerkat in question could be found lying on his back and soaking in the sun’s rays that poured in through the window. At the sound of Tinkerbell’s knocking, he simply turned to his side, back facing the window. She would need to get a little more creative if she had any hope of making the lazy animal move.
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Her thought process was interrupted as her roaming gaze fell on a nearby stone. Flying down from the windowsill, she smiled. This would be perfect! If he couldn't hear her fists on the glass, than a louder knock should do the trick, right?
She rubbed her hands together, stirring up more golden dust to coat the rock. Then, using her magic aided by the dust, she flung the rock up to the window...and through it. With a crash.
Tinkerbell winced from her position on the street outside. "...oops."
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At that exact thought, the meerkat’s heel met with something cold and hard, causing him to immediately trip over it and fall onto his back. He gave out a cry of surprise and squeezed his eyes shut, horrified to see what awaited him. However, Timon found himself waiting far longer than he expected and when he finally opened his eyes he found nothing. Nothing, except for a small rock under his feet. “What the…?”
Oddly, he could not recall the rock being there a moment ago. It was as though it had appeared out of thin air. Had Vyers not been so sure to always close the windows before every excursion, it could have easily been possible. But the idea that something could have come through the window had failed to cross his mind completely before he noticed a piece of broken glass on the floor. Slowly, gaze shifted to the window and sure enough he found that the rock had come in through there. The hole in it almost the same size of the rock he had tripped over. More confused than anything else, the meerkat looked from the rock beneath him to the window in question. What could possibly get in through a hole that size?
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"Uh...hi."
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“I hope that dust of yours can fix windows too.” The meerkat called up to Tinkerbell. “Talk about a wake up call… Sheesh!” He scratched the back of his head and inspected the damage with a cringe. “You ever heard of knocking?”
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Tinkerbell turned and grinned, rubbing her hands together. "But first, you have to help me open the window so I can give you something!"
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On the note of the pixie having something for him, he turned his attention back to Tinkerbell. “It’s not a smack in the head, is it?” he asked, approaching the window worriedly. A lot of people had promised him one of those lately.
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With that, she reached in under the blanket covering the contents and took out...a squirming, plump, light blue grub that she held up for him to see. Glittering and almost incandescent in the sunlight! "I got them at the Pride Lands!"
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The moment she revealed the baskets true contents was the very same the meerkats eyes lit up. Tinkerbell was not the only one who could be found glowing. Timon practically radiated with excitement as he clambered up the windowsill and closer to his prize. Just how many grubs could she have had in there? Pressing himself against the glass, he continued to eyeball the basket and lick his lips. Judging by the length, width, and height, Timon easily estimated at least twenty squirming little grubs, all with his name on them. Now the question was whether or not he should eat them all at once or over the course of the week. Should he season them or simply eat them plain? What if he were to skewer and cook them? Or maybe turn them into a soup of sorts?
Oh, had Tinkerbell still talking to him? Timon had long forgotten the pixie the moment she revealed the grubs. Maybe he did deserve that smack in the head…
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"I'll never understand why humans make it so hard to get into their houses..."
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Joining Tinkerbell, he glanced over the window and cracked his fingers. “Allow me.” With a smile, Timon effortlessly popped open the window latch that allowed the bottom to be raised. “You just need to jiggle the bottom a little and it should open right up.” Should and actually doing so, however, were two completely different things. It was from that point on Timon could be found struggling with the window.
“They do it to keep things out.” He answered the pixie as though the answer were obvious. Whether or not it was intelligent design or simply cowardice Timon had yet to figure out.
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"They should...hngh...spend their energy on...making sure no one wants to!" Gritting her teeth, she pulled on the window until her face was red.
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With the extra help, Timon was able to successfully shake the window lose and push it open before Tinkerbell passed out from exhaustion. “Thanks, Bells.” He said, walking out to retrieve the basket. “So, uh, what did you mean by making sure no one wants to go in?”
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"Mechanics!" she exclaimed once she'd caught her breath. "Set a trap by the door and the windows. Anyone who tries to get in --" She put one fist to her palm, grinning. "-- Pow! Tar and feathered! Or maybe stinky slime all over them. Ooh, or an explosion of paint!" Giggling at the thought of all the trouble she could create for anyone foolish enough to get into her home, she followed Timon.
"Peter and I always laid out the best traps for intruders. Neverland is full of people trying to get him! It's the best game." She sighed, a far off look in her eyes. "No one can catch Peter Pan..."
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He waited for the pixie to join him and help lift the basket safely into the apartment. Having always had other animals chasing him, Timon wasn’t sure he shared the same enjoyment as Tinkerbell did out of it. There was no thrill of the chase and certainly no game to him. “Who is Peter?”
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She turned away, knowing there would be longing on her face and not wanting him to see it. Instead, she perched on the rim of the basket with her back to him, hugging herself to try to hide her feelings. "...he's not here."
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“I found Simba when he was just a cub.” He spoke up, voice soft and yet somewhat distant, as though he were caught in a distant memory. “Poor guy didn’t stand a chance out in the desert. I saved him. And Pumbaa helped, a little. We rose ‘em right, taught him all the important stuff like how the belch and dig for grubs.” Timon scratched his head and chuckled. He was rambling. “I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is I know what that’s like ‘cause I was separated from him too.”
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"Thanks. Um, I always wanted to ask, how do you eat these things?" It seemed they were both uncomfortable with opening up like this, but the fact that he'd shared a little of his past with her was enough to make her feel better. Besides, she didn't come here to make him worry or be sad. She wanted to have fun.
...it was nice to know he knew where she was coming from, though. She trusted him a little more now.
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Climbing up onto the basket, the meerkat sat down next to Tinkerbell. He was hesitant, but after a short debate with himself he reached out and placed his paw over her eyes. “You’ll have to trust me on this first one.” He said, using his other hand to reach into the basket and pull out a bug. In this case she would have the disadvantage of knowing what she would be eating however Timon imagined it would still be easier for the pixie if she did not see it.
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He hummed softly, savouring the flavour before he was forced to swallow the bug, a satisfied sigh following. Ah, they were just as he remembered them. He immediately reached into the basket for another and had been about to place it in his mouth before it dawned on him that Tinkerbell had still been waiting for her share. He looked down at the grub in his paw, then to the pixie, contemplating whether or not he should eat it anyway or give it to the girl. After a moment’s thought, he shook his head and bit off the bugs head.
“Alright, alright.” He said, dangling the lifeless bug in front of the pixie. “I’ll go easy on you. But give me time. Soon I’ll have you in tip top shape and competing against the top, numero uno connoisseurs. Myself included, of course.” The meerkat paused to take another bite out of the insect, the remaining portion hopefully small enough for Tinkerbell as he placed it in her mouth.
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She chewed experimentally. Ugh, this was weird. At least there weren't any legs to deal with! When she bit down, her teeth broke through the skin of the grub and the juices burst in her mouth like a berry. It was hard to describe the flavor, really. Certainly not sweet, a little salty? Kind of...kind of metallic. She swallowed and licked her lips.
"Hmm...can I try another bite?"
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The meerkat once again removed the insects head and gently placed it inside the pixies mouth. “Every kind will taste a little different.” He explained. “Everybody’s got their preferences. Me and my buddy Pumbaa are completely opposites; I like the real crunchy ones while he goes for the slimy ones. One thing we can both agree on though are the ones with wings.” Timon hummed softly while he rubbed his chin in thought, another bug popped in his mouth. “Actually, I think I know just the kind you’d like.”
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Suddenly, she belched loudly. Clapping her hand over her mouth in shock, she froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Guess those bugs don't sit so well in the tummy!"
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“It means your satisfied.” He continued. “Not that I’m surprised. I knew you were a bug eater from the very… Well, maybe not the very start but shortly after. That still counts for somethin’!”
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"Well, I'll leave most of the bug eating to you and Pumbaa, but if you find a really tasty one, let me know, okay?" She pushed herself off the rim of the basket, hovering in the air as her incandescent wings fluttered behind her. "I'll let you stuff your face in peace. Thanks for sharing!"
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Ignoring the twitching leg, he tried his question for a second time. “You're leaving?” After that display, who wouldn't?
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"Are you saying you don't want me to leave?"
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“I mean, if you want…”
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“I was gonna eat.” Timon began. “But, I guess, if there was something you wanted to do…” he could be separated from his lunch for awhile. So long as it wasn’t anything weird, that was. He refused to do anything considered ‘girly’ or ‘mushy’.
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“Oh yeah?” he answered confidently. “I’ll bet you I can fit more than ten!” If there was one thing about Timon, he seldom turned down a challenge, especially when it involved bugs. After all, “They don’t call me the numero uno, King of the Jungle, Hakuna Matata champ for nothing!” Poor Tinkerbell was likely to regret her challenge, the meerkat having already begun to stuff his mouth with as many bugs as would fit.
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Just how big was his mouth?
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“What? Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a professional!” Timon gave as a muffled response between chews. “Nothing ever happens to them. Just you watch. I’ll show you how it’s done.” There was far more to be said, but fortunately for the pixie his mouth had become far too full for him to speak. Already holding a seventh victim in his grasp, he brought the bug up to his mouth a gently pushed it in, hoping not to disturb the other six which resided inside. This would get tricky after ten.
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Before she could stop herself, she cheered him on. "You can do it, Timon! Keep it up!"
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Timon looked over his tenth bug worriedly. His mouth was big, bigger than he cared to admit, but it had also gotten awfully full. Maybe he shouldn’t have boasted quite so carelessly. He glanced over at Tinkerbell, yearning to call the challenge off. But there was something about her, something that gave him the strength to carry on and fearlessly cram that final insect into his mouth.
He raised his arms victoriously and with one gulp somehow managed to swallow the entire content without choking. The meerkat pounded his chest and gave an enthusiastic cry. "I did it! I did it!"
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Without warning, a monstrous belch escaped the meerkat. He appeared startled, having not expected it before giving a sigh in content. “Thanks.” Patting his stomach, Timon moved to take seat on the edge of the windowsill and allow his meal to digest. “Ah, that really hit the spot.” He told her while his feet swung lazily over the ledge. "Can you pick 'em or what!"
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There was a pause before he spoke. “You know, I think the guys would like you. Well, Pumbaa likes everyone but he’d especially like you. Simba too.” Timon nudged the pixies shoulder with his. “You’re alright...” The unspoken words ‘for a girl’ lingered above them while they sat. More assured than the last, he spoke the words again. “You’re alright.”
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"We should go out sometime. There are other worlds to explore, right? Maybe we can find something fun."
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“I dunno, Bells. Isn’t it kinda… dangerous?” Not that he was afraid. That would be absurd. He wasn’t scared of anything.
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She reached out and patted his shoulder. "It's up to you. I can find someone else to explore places with, after all!"
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“And people wonder why you damsels always wind up in distress.” He rolled his eyes in disbelief, teasing Tinker Bell more than anything else. “That’s exactly the sort of attitude that leads to trouble.” And Timon knew trouble. “You ever heard of just sittin’ back and relaxing for once? You know, prop up your feet? Maybe grab a bowl of covered ants? Eh, chocolate covered ants, that is.”
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"...besides, maybe I can find a way back to Neverland."
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The meerkat rubbed the back of his neck, his previous confidence appearing to have vanished. “Well, I guess if there wasn’t anyone…” What was it he looking for; bigger, stronger, braver? He settled for “else.” But regardless, it was clear that Timon had not been keen on joining Tinker Bell. He was done with adventures. “Yeah, I could join you. But you should check if anyone else is interested. Folks seem to travel between floors now a lot more now than before.” And there was safety in numbers.
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Muttering to herself, she turned and flew back and forth in front of him, as if pacing. "Maybe I can even rig up some kind of easier transportation for you, so we can move faster!"
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“Don’t you think we should pack light?” The less they carried the faster they could move. And the faster they moved the sooner they’d get to their destination. Then they could go home or whatever they chose to call it. “Besides, if we can catch a ride with one of those bigger guys we’ll move plenty fast. Assuming they’re not lazy. Maybe we outta make an application process?”