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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]

The meerkat cautiously snuck a glance her way, unsure whether his cheeks hurt from the amount of bugs he had stuffed in them or all the smiling he had done that day. He rubbed one subconsciously at the thought. Aside from the damaged window, Timon had considered it a good day. So much so, he could feel another smile had spread itself across his lips. Uncertain, he looked out at the city in search of the words he longed to say.

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.”