Timon frowned and carefully brushed his fur clean of any ‘cooties’ Urd may have left when she poked him. He never was a gentleman and certainly had no plans on becoming one any time in the future either. She may not have been serious regarding his lack of calls but the idea alone made him cringe. First journal conversations on a daily basis, then house calls… It only got worse from there.

“Yeah, I’ll send you a birthday card.” He replied, waving his paw carelessly at the goddess. There had been more he’d planned to say but Vyers’ shudder had caught Timon’s attention. He raised a brow at the demon, though nothing more. Perhaps Vyers had been lucky in that case, the meerkat for once succeeding in not running his mouth. Or even two times as lucky for his lack of interest in wine, the meerkat far more disgusted by it than anything else. He stuck his tongue out as Urd poured two glasses.