True Colours [Active]

[cowardly_hero]

Character(s): Naminé, Marluxia, and Timon
Content: Some unwelcome company arrives at the park.
Setting: Jogo de Crianca
Time: Afternoonish
Warnings: I'm lookin' at you, Marluxia

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[cowardly_hero]

“A master never gives away his tricks.” He told her as he accepted the pencil from her hand. “Or maybe that’s a magician. Either way, I don’t go giving away my secrets that easily, young lady.” The meerkat stepped onto the sketchbook and testingly pressed the coloured pencil against the page to make a mark before he continued. “In your case I might be willing to make an exception, though.” He looked up Naminé from his small wobbly drawn circle, confident as ever. “Just no telling everyone the secrets of the trade should I let anything slip.” Timon said with a winked and offered her pencil back. He’d need a new colour.

“Let me know if I’m in your way.” He added, having fully expected her to start drawing too. Maybe they could even make something together.

[prismsmemory]

Naminé's smile widened a little and she nodded. "I won't tell anyone. I promise."

And she wouldn't. But if he didn't want to say, she wouldn't push him. She just wanted to draw... and enjoy the time they had. Somehow, Timon had become special to her. Like a friend.

She took the pencil and blinked. He expected her to draw, too? Well... maybe it could work.

"Okay," she answered, turning a little so she could start in on one of her famous black blobs from the last picture. "You're not in my way."

And if she was in his way, she expected him to tell her.

[cowardly_hero]

Timon recognized the black blob immediately - sort of. “Drawing a grub too, huh?” That had been what they had agreed on calling the blobs, hadn’t it? The meerkat carefully removed another pencil from the box and began to work on filling in the wings he had drawn to his insect. Naturally, the first thing he drew had to be food.

“If you’re as hungry as I am, we can pick something up on the way home. It’d save us both from Flonne and Vyers’ cooking. Unless it’s Gwen’s turn tonight, then it’d actually be worth eating.” Timon slipped the color he had been using back into the box and grabbed another. “You ever think about trying to cook, kid? I mean, other than with the waffle iron or…” He paused and shuddered at the thought. “the toaster.” When they had it, at least.

[prismsmemory]

Well, a grub was certainly better than what it really was. Naminé nodded, shading the blob in before she answered. "Okay." Gwen did cook very well. She didn't mind eating her food.

The question about learning to cook brought her head up and she frowned. "Me? Cook?" She'd never really thought about it. Cooking wasn't ever something she'd had to do. Someone else had always done it or she'd gone to get it here. But that was all. "I guess... I could. But... I don't know how."

[cowardly_hero]

“Neither does Vyers but that’s never stopped him.” The meerkat shrugged in response. “I mean, you couldn’t be as bad as Flonne. No one could be as bad as Flonne.” Timon shuddered at the thought of the angles cooking. It looked edible but in reality was quite the opposite. “You should ask Gwen. Er, if you’re interested. She could probably show you a thing or two. I’d teach you myself but cooking ain’t exactly a meerkats strong point.” Being loud and obnoxious on the other hand…

He tapped his chin thoughtfully with the coloured pencil he was holding. “Why do you always make the bugs black?”