Character(s): Hei and anyone who'd notice this wide-eyed young man.
Content: Carrying nothing but a small bag and wearing modern day street clothes, he was in the middle of going to meet up with a dear friend-only to arrive in Paixao.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Week 33, late morning
Warnings: None.
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For one fleeting moment he was alone, heading in a direction to make himself unseen... )
Timon remained frozen in place, his arm still outstretched for the bag no longer within his reach while his wide eyes stared up at Hei with uncertainly. Now what was he supposed to do? He hadn’t exactly planned to be caught like this nor so easily. How had this guy seen him? Had he somehow heard him? What were the chances of him getting out of this with a knock knock joke? They were really hit or miss, a majority of the city having shown a particular dislike of them. But, this guy, he looked like a knock knock joke sort of guy. Maybe he’d be lucky this time around.
Then the man spoke. The meerkat drew back. Would it be best to run or should he have said something in return? Something about the man told him the former would be the best choice. There was something… unnatural about him and, in a way, almost familiar. Timon’s body grew tense at the thought but he thought it safer to reply than to scurry off. Maybe he could talk this gentleman, he hoped, into befriending him. That was, after all, what he did best; talk.
“… Hi.”
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