Call It What You Want [Active]
Character(s): Vyers and Timon.
Content: The ongoings of an old married couple.
Setting: Palazzo Townhomes
Time: Early Morning.
Warnings: Appliance Abuse.
The last week had felt more like a test than anything else. The sudden abundance in snow, the lack of sleep and re-occurrence of nightmares had brought him to question how long he could continue to go on. Timon had felt its toll and as a result begun to slow down. He was still on the move, checking on his family and friends by travel through the elaborate tunnel system his mother had dug under the city but had caught himself having fallen asleep on numerous occasions along the way. It had gotten harder every day. Timon hoped there’d be an end to it all soon otherwise he too would have to make a break for the city gates and escape his guilty conscience.
This morning he had decided to return to his old residence in the Palazzo Townhomes where he found Pumbaa still fast asleep, no doubt dreaming of delicious grubs, especially when he kept mumbling about them. The meerkat smiled at the welcoming sight and glanced down the hallway at the bedrooms occupied by the demons and Gwen. It did not appear as though there were any signs of distress so he carried himself to the kitchen to fix himself a meal.
Waffles were easy. At this point he could practically make them with his eyes closed, though had yet to successfully master how not to make a mess. He could carry some extra down to his mother knowing she would be overjoyed just that he had thought of her. Of course, that was when he finally made his way back down to the tunnels. Halfway through making the mix, Timon had begun to doze off but not before he managed to make a mess of the kitchen first. Batter practically painted the countertop, spilling down to make a puddle on the floor while a trail of familiar footprints could be found leading straight to the perpetrator who had fallen asleep in a bowl nearby.
Content: The ongoings of an old married couple.
Setting: Palazzo Townhomes
Time: Early Morning.
Warnings: Appliance Abuse.
The last week had felt more like a test than anything else. The sudden abundance in snow, the lack of sleep and re-occurrence of nightmares had brought him to question how long he could continue to go on. Timon had felt its toll and as a result begun to slow down. He was still on the move, checking on his family and friends by travel through the elaborate tunnel system his mother had dug under the city but had caught himself having fallen asleep on numerous occasions along the way. It had gotten harder every day. Timon hoped there’d be an end to it all soon otherwise he too would have to make a break for the city gates and escape his guilty conscience.
This morning he had decided to return to his old residence in the Palazzo Townhomes where he found Pumbaa still fast asleep, no doubt dreaming of delicious grubs, especially when he kept mumbling about them. The meerkat smiled at the welcoming sight and glanced down the hallway at the bedrooms occupied by the demons and Gwen. It did not appear as though there were any signs of distress so he carried himself to the kitchen to fix himself a meal.
Waffles were easy. At this point he could practically make them with his eyes closed, though had yet to successfully master how not to make a mess. He could carry some extra down to his mother knowing she would be overjoyed just that he had thought of her. Of course, that was when he finally made his way back down to the tunnels. Halfway through making the mix, Timon had begun to doze off but not before he managed to make a mess of the kitchen first. Batter practically painted the countertop, spilling down to make a puddle on the floor while a trail of familiar footprints could be found leading straight to the perpetrator who had fallen asleep in a bowl nearby.