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[golden_glow]

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!"

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[cowardly_hero]

There hadn’t been much Timon could say to her response other than to ‘knock harder’. However, that clearly had resulted in their current dilemma. He surveyed the damage as Tinkerbell entered the room, subconsciously rubbing his temples in frustration. So long as they cleaned the loose glass, he supposed it would be alright. If someone were to step on it and hurt themselves, with the exception of Pumbaa who of course had hooves, he would never hear the end of it.

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.