He rolled his eyes at the demons response. Urd obviously had yet to see his closet. Had she, Timon was certain a different song would be sung. The clothing he held in there were considered horrors to the fashion world and not to be seen by anyone, all with the exception of one vest. Timon was not sure how Vyers had come into procession of something of actual merit, never mind the fact that they actually agreed on its value. All he could come up with was that own exquisite taste had begun to rub onto the demon. Which, it had been about time!

“We can’t all have as exciting lives as you.” He told Urd. Timon liked to think he had behaved fairly well but a fight with Pumbaa and ‘friendly’ chat with Marluxia had told him otherwise. “Is it really that hard to believe I’ve just been at home?”