[001] - [Action] - Mind Your Wings, Mr. Bean

[looking4mywatch]

Part 1:

[Here, Luceti. Have an early Christmas present - yet another silly, clueless New Feather, fooling about around the fountain in highly fashionable cotton trousers

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Part 1

[redheadlion]

[Simba notices the strange behavior, and immediately recalls something he was told, himself.]

Whoa whoa hey, calm down, you can't pull those off.

[looking4mywatch]

[Bean is slightly startled by the voice and turns around. Then he's terrified and outright screams. Jesus Christ, it's a lion!]

AAAAH! [He starts to flail about a bit and look for an escape route.]

[redheadlion]

Whoa, whoa, relax, I'm not gonna hurt you!

My name's Simba. Relax.

[looking4mywatch]

[Bean is far from relaxed, visibly shaking now and taking steps backwards. He's holding one hand in front of him in an effort to keep this obviously ravenous lion at bay.]

Good kitty... Good kitty... Talking lion kitty?

[redheadlion]

Hey, don't call me 'kitty'. It's Simba.

[Rolling his eyes! He sits down.]

Don't try and pull off your new wings.

[looking4mywatch]

Simba... Sim-ba. [Bean lets his guard down a bit but he's still very wary of the talking lion. The name is oddly familiar. Nevermind.] Sim-ba.

[Bean glances uncertainly in the direction of his wings and slowly points a finger over his shoulder to one of them, questioningly.]

[redheadlion]

Yeah, Simba. Who're you?

And yeah, those. I was told that if you pull them off, you'll get seriously hurt.

[looking4mywatch]

Er. [He points to himself nervously.] Bean.

[So they are wings. Bean is a bit worried about this, but then he smiles, the image of himself soaring through the air coming to mind.] Ohhhh. Huh huh huh huh! [He laughs to himself and flaps his arms in a winglike motion.]

[redheadlion]

Nice to meet you, Bean--

[--At the flying attempt, he'll bust out laughing.]

Hahah! I don't think so. You're probably too heavy. Think more like ostrich wings.

[looking4mywatch]

Ostrich. [Bean thinks. Oh yes. Ostriches. They can't fly. Well that's disappointing. Wait, he's talking to a lion. He jumps a bit when he remembers this, still keeping his distance too.] Where did you learn to talk? [He asks in a quiet voice.]

[redheadlion]

I've always been able to talk. All lions talk. Everything talks.

[looking4mywatch]

[Bean looks confused at this statement. Had they? They never talked to him before. But then again neither do people.] Oh!

[And now Bean will just stand here, awkwardly wringing his hands because he doesn't know how one is supposed to talk to a lion, because he thought lions just eat people. He's also shivering, partially due to the cold.]

[redheadlion]

Ah, yeah, it's pretty cold out here, huh?

[A sort of awkward laugh. SMALL TALK Simba is not always good with it.]

C'mon, someone showed me where to get those 'blanket' things.

[looking4mywatch]

[Oh! Blankets. That sounds good. Well, almost as good as clothing. But what do lions know about clothing? Bean cautiously approaches Simba, intending to follow him. At a safe distance. He's sort of trying not to get too close there.]

[redheadlion]

[He'll lead you to the shop!]

Can ya get the door? I've got paws, and all.

Is this the item shop?

[looking4mywatch]

[Bean gives a sort of 'who me?' look before realising yes, he. He then shyly springs forwards towards the door and sort of bumps into it, before rushing through the doorway and waiting for Simba inside.

Ah, it's much warmer in here. Bean feels better already. He still feels quite vulnerable though. Maybe he can make some kind of smock out of a blanket.]