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[scarfandknives]

Characters: Knives Chau☆, Open
Time: Evening
Location: A Bar
Content: Well, Knives is in a bar, naturally it is for calm collected intellectual pursuits.
Format: Prose... or not, your call really.
Warnings: Who would be drinking buddies with a girl named "Knives"

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[truelionking]

Simba hadn't been able to get to sleep, and even since he arrived in this lifeless hell-hole, he had been restless, wanting to find more animals other than these humans and an area where it was warm outside the human-cave-thingies.

The sun had set by now, and as it was still freezing out, Simba had gotten pretty cold by this point. Cold and hungry. He saw a cave building that reminded him of the place that gave him cow to eat, so he figured this place might have food too. He waited for a human to leave as Simba had yet to figure out how to pull doors open on his own, and he snuck inside before the door could close on him. He didn't like these door things.

The smell of the place was strange, almost foul to him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of the liquid stuff and went up to the guy behind the counter, one of the many humans that didn't seem to care or even see that he was a born predator. "Hey, do you have any cow to eat? Or anything to eat?"

[scarfandknives]

[truelionking]

The bartender was ignoring Simba. And he frowned. He stood on his hind legs and put his front paws on the counter, getting ready to repeat himself when a human girl stated the obvious.

Simba raised a brow. "Yeah, and you're a human." Great. Another person who would think they were crazy because they saw him. Simba really hated this Chicago place. "Do they give out meat here, or am I in the wrong place?"

[scarfandknives]