Character(s): Timon and Laharl
Content: Awaiting a rather enraged Laharl, Timon prays that the threats made by the Demon are faulty...
Setting: Starts between Actua Are and Cid's Shop [J7] and moves to Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: Afternoon?
Warnings: Angry Demon, oHn03$!!11on1
A beam of sweat trickled down his forehead once reading the final remarks of the so called 'demon'. This guy wasn't seriously going to pound him into a meerkat pancake now, were they? Timon shook his head, trying to disregard the image while jumping to his feet. There was no way that these plans would be played out on his watch. Besides, the distance between them would take time to conquer and that meant time would be on the meerkat's side for once in his life.
He could just flee the area before the 'Overlord' even found him... Yeah, there was a good idea.
Snapping his appendages together at the thought, he jumped to his feet while throwing a quick glance around the area. It was scarcely vacant with little signs of life, odd considering the area had been littered with civilians earlier that day.
A shudder worked itself up his back, a clear sign of discomfort. He chose to ignore it and began to walk away from the scene before slowly finding himself consumed by his own curiosity regarding other matters such as just whom this expected stranger exactly was. Was he truly that great of a threat? What did he look like? He was probably ugly. -Maybe even a girl?
The thought intrigued him, luring him back into the spot in which he had started in. Only this time he choose to hide himself, just in case this was a big guy intending to cause harm to frail, little, body.
The meerkat carefully pulled himself up onto a small statue where he could easily look around his surroundings and remain somewhat hidden. This Demon was looking for a human, not an animal. Timon could use this to his advantage in order to escape.