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[beautifulrondo]

Character(s): Krichevskoy and Timon
Content: An old married couple reunited
Setting: Haja o Que Houver
Time: About Noonish
Warnings: None

Krichevskoy stared up at the building, memories slowly trickling back. Yes, this was where he lived before Laharl moved in, wasn't it? Where that woman attacked him, back when he was weak. A small frown appeared on his face for a moment, but it was gone quickly. It wouldn't be any trouble now, would it?

After a moment he looked away, searching for any sign of Timon.

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[cowardly_hero]

The streets were lively that afternoon with citizens going about their usual day, a small crowd of people more a sea of feet to Timon. The meerkat had foolishly chosen to travel to the restaurant by foot, all the while dragging behind him a sock sized bag. He grunted and pushed forward, hoping his destination was closer than it felt. Already he had walked a fair distance and had begun to feel a familiar aching in his feet. Besides the whole walking thing, Timon could easily understand why Pumbaa was didn’t ‘do’ crowds.

“Hey,” he cried out, a heavy boot having suddenly landed in front of his path. “Watch where you’re going!” A high heeled shoe stepped on his bag while a sandaled foot nearly knocked him off his feet. “Oi, I’m walkin’ here!” The swarm of feet around him paid no heed, instead appearing to land closer to him than before. The meerkat gave a cry in frustration, the feeling of utter defeat about to overcome him before he made one last attempt to run out of the crowd. As luck would have it, he stumbled out right in front of Haja o Que Houver.

Out of breath, Timon looked up to find a demon that held resemblance to one known as Vyers waiting outside the restaurant. He glanced over his shoulder at the bag he had been carrying before he slowly made his way to Krichevskoy, head gradually tilting to the side.

What in the name of the Kings of the Past had happened to his hair?