A young lion cub scampered across down the hall. He didn't know where he was, but he wasn't too worried. This was an adventure. It was going to be really cool. And Nala was going to be so jealous
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"Pleased to meet you, Jemima." Simba dropped his paw onto her hand. He couldn't remember the last time he'd met so many strangers in one day. He wasn't reallly supposed to talk to strangers -- but then, he wasn't really supposed to leave the Pridelands either. "So is this place just full of humans? I've met a bunch of you already," he said. "Well... And a rabbit. But he seemed kinda nuts."
"Well," said Jemima, "when I first got here, I found a potion that made me human. I used to be a cat as well. Oh, that reminds me. Don't listen to Coop. We do not eat faces, and Hufflepuff is a great house," she assured him. She had hoped that Cooper would stop with the face-eating obsession after her sorting, but she guessed not.
"Yeah, he's crazy," Simba laughed. "So you're really a cat? That's so cool. Maybe I could get turned into a human for a little while, while I'm here. That might be fun. I don't think I'd want to stay one though."
"Umm, sure." Simba sat and watched her clamber about, one eyebrow raised skeptically. After a few moments, he shrugged and stood up, crouching slightly.
"That's a bit of a pointless bribe, now isn't it, Your Highness? Your father could have a long reign, making it years before you take the throne. Or you could die before ever becoming king."
Simba's ears flattened as he looked up at this tall male human. "Well," he said, pawing at the ground. "I guess so."
He brightened slightly. "But I could talk to my dad about stuff, and he'd be able to do something for you. He'd listen to me." Well, probably not actually -- only if it was for something really important -- but this man didn't know his father.
Luckily for Simba, Ofdensen only knew the bare facts about The Lion King. "And you expect him to do it for you? Not quite what a prince should be doing."
"It's a place where people and animals perform for a crowd." Phoenix sat down, inviting Simba to sit in his lap. "They have a tiger, and they used to have a lion."
Simba hesitated for a moment, and then stepped closer to the man and sat down in his lap, his front paws dangling over one of the man's legs. He turned and looked up at him. "Well, I've never heard of it. I'm a wild lion. From the savanna."
A house elf tugged the sled containing a fishtank into the Sorting Room, and Nemo did a double take. NOT Aslan, definitely. Too little, and without the big fluffy face-fur. Also without the air of being a trustworthy big brother figure. But at the same time, he seemed like another kid. Yay! Still, the question had to be asked.
"Hi," Nemo said. "Are you a scary gonna-eat-me?"
Furryfurrysoft, the tribble whose cage adjoined Nemo's fishtank, chirped inquiringly. Nemo's black-and-white cat Orca gazed impassively, not yet certain whether to assert dominance or admit submissiveness.
Simba's eared perked up curiously as he watched a strange creature drag out a sled holding three little animals. A small voice spoke, greeting him, and Simba glanced between them, not immediately sure which one it had been. The voice asked a question and Simba realized that it was the fish speaking.
He pressed his nose up against the glass of the fishtank. It didn't look big enough to be a very good meal. And if it wanted to be friends, then Simba really didn't want to eat it.
"Um, hi," he said, his breath fogging up the glass. He took a step back. "Nah, I won't eat you. I'm Simba, by the way."
Simba stepped to the side, away from the cat butting against him. He looked at it with a small smile, and then, distracted, looked back at the fish, who was talking again.
"Sure, Nemo."
He turned toward the cat again, playfully batting at it with a paw, and then quickly running away and around to the other side of the sled. With the fishtank in between them, Simba made a face at Orca.
"Hey," he said, tapping at the glass. "Nemo. That other lion you saw. Did he have a scar over one of his eyes?" He wasn't sure if Nemo was talking about that lion some of the humans had mentioned, or his uncle. Maybe they were one and the same -- who knew how long Scar had been here. Maybe he got here before Simba.
((OOC: Ahh, I make dumb typos. D: Sorry for the reposts.))
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"Nice to meet you, Simba. I'm Jemima," she shook out her hand to shake his paw.
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Several feet away from it, he turned around to observe it. "Um... What are you doing?"
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"Wanna wrestle?" he challenged.
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He brightened slightly. "But I could talk to my dad about stuff, and he'd be able to do something for you. He'd listen to me." Well, probably not actually -- only if it was for something really important -- but this man didn't know his father.
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"Hi," Nemo said. "Are you a scary gonna-eat-me?"
Furryfurrysoft, the tribble whose cage adjoined Nemo's fishtank, chirped inquiringly. Nemo's black-and-white cat Orca gazed impassively, not yet certain whether to assert dominance or admit submissiveness.
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He pressed his nose up against the glass of the fishtank. It didn't look big enough to be a very good meal. And if it wanted to be friends, then Simba really didn't want to eat it.
"Um, hi," he said, his breath fogging up the glass. He took a step back. "Nah, I won't eat you. I'm Simba, by the way."
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Orca butted his head against the lion cub's shoulder, wanting to play chase or wrestle.
"You're a kid lion, right?" Nemo asked. "I know a grown up big lion and he has face fur. I'm a kid fish. Do you want to be my friend?"
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"Sure, Nemo."
He turned toward the cat again, playfully batting at it with a paw, and then quickly running away and around to the other side of the sled. With the fishtank in between them, Simba made a face at Orca.
"Hey," he said, tapping at the glass. "Nemo. That other lion you saw. Did he have a scar over one of his eyes?" He wasn't sure if Nemo was talking about that lion some of the humans had mentioned, or his uncle. Maybe they were one and the same -- who knew how long Scar had been here. Maybe he got here before Simba.
((OOC: Ahh, I make dumb typos. D: Sorry for the reposts.))
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