Oh boy, we'd better be glad Hana and Loo are with their Daddy right now, because what we wouldn't want would be Mel to be all maternal and cornered when she sees an animal lose in the street.
She's agressive enough as it is, seeing as it's only days since she cleaned up bodies that had been eaten, so that's why her foot draws back and the axe in her belt is drawn out the second she sees it.
They reach the store and Mel holds the door open, gesturing inside with a sweep.
"It talks, it means it's got the brains to talk," she says. "And we're all friends here. Until someone starts trouble, at least. No eating friends, right?"
Where Shenzi comes from, everything short of the scenery has the brains to talk. The lions had to invent the whole 'circle of life' thing just so they wouldn't go mad from guilt. So the human gets a "mmhm" in reply, which is probably a yes.
The doorway is subjected to a thorough sniffing before Shenzi ventures in; the air inside does sort of smell food-ish. However, oreoes and twinkies aren't common fare in the savannah. Thus, one hyena in the shop, peering around. She smells food but she cannae see it!
"Here," she says, and grabs the first thing off the shelf. It's a pack of broccoli-flavoured cookies, so she puts it back, heading further in until she finds a relatively harmless looking section of Kangaroo jerky.
A handful of the packs get pulled down and she rips the wrapping off, passing the meat to Shenzi.
It can't be more than an hour since she last gorged herself, but a hyena never says no to food.
The jerky is very dry and leathery, resulting in an odd lopsided Chewing Face for a few moments. That doesn't stop her from gulping it down, though. She's eaten meat older and ickier than this: you don't always find lions' kills fresh, after all.
In fact, it doesn't taste half bad.
"'S not bad," she says with her mouth full. Another strike against her childminding credentials. She might eat them, but worse, she might teach them bad manners!
"Hey, if I can stampede a thousand wildebeest, I can open a little... packet." She knocks something off a bottom shelf -- if she could read, she'd see it was a packet of cinnamon-and-banana sandwiches -- and starts to tear at it. One foot holds the packet steady as she bites at it.
...She's getting far more saliva on the floor than she is sandwich in her mouth.
Mel has a knife in her belt - actually it's the one she scrounged from the guy in the hotel, and she crouches down, holding her hand out for the packet.
That would be a marvellous suggestion, if only hyenas had cutting claws rather than gripping ones. Still, the sandwich packet is very much annoying Shenzi, and if there's an easier way to open it then she wants in on the secret.
With a "mmph" of compliance, she picks it up carefully in her teeth and passes it up to Mel. Strings of thick saliva make the crushed plastic slippery. Lovely.
But still. "You could put it in something with actual leverage," grumble moan complain get over it.
Here's something she's curious about: "Are you sure it's only... humans here? No hyenas? Or prey? Or... jeez, even a lion would be something," she adds in a mutter.
She's agressive enough as it is, seeing as it's only days since she cleaned up bodies that had been eaten, so that's why her foot draws back and the axe in her belt is drawn out the second she sees it.
She doesn't think to talk to it.
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"It talks, it means it's got the brains to talk," she says. "And we're all friends here. Until someone starts trouble, at least. No eating friends, right?"
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The doorway is subjected to a thorough sniffing before Shenzi ventures in; the air inside does sort of smell food-ish. However, oreoes and twinkies aren't common fare in the savannah. Thus, one hyena in the shop, peering around. She smells food but she cannae see it!
"Where is it?"
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Someone's not on the babysitter list.
"Here," she says, and grabs the first thing off the shelf. It's a pack of broccoli-flavoured cookies, so she puts it back, heading further in until she finds a relatively harmless looking section of Kangaroo jerky.
A handful of the packs get pulled down and she rips the wrapping off, passing the meat to Shenzi.
"I'm Mel, by the way."
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The jerky is very dry and leathery, resulting in an odd lopsided Chewing Face for a few moments. That doesn't stop her from gulping it down, though. She's eaten meat older and ickier than this: you don't always find lions' kills fresh, after all.
In fact, it doesn't taste half bad.
"'S not bad," she says with her mouth full. Another strike against her childminding credentials. She might eat them, but worse, she might teach them bad manners!
"'M Shenzi." Jerky-full grin.
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"Yeah, don't know how you can manage other than try and get someone to open these things for you when you're hungry."
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"Hey, if I can stampede a thousand wildebeest, I can open a little... packet." She knocks something off a bottom shelf -- if she could read, she'd see it was a packet of cinnamon-and-banana sandwiches -- and starts to tear at it. One foot holds the packet steady as she bites at it.
...She's getting far more saliva on the floor than she is sandwich in her mouth.
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"How're you getting on with that?"
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Not too great.
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Mel has a knife in her belt - actually it's the one she scrounged from the guy in the hotel, and she crouches down, holding her hand out for the packet.
"Probably better using claws."
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With a "mmph" of compliance, she picks it up carefully in her teeth and passes it up to Mel. Strings of thick saliva make the crushed plastic slippery. Lovely.
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Or ew. One of those.
Mel takes it between thumb and forefinger and carefully slices it open along the edge, pealing the plastic back.
"It's not exactly designed for all species."
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But still. "You could put it in something with actual leverage," grumble moan complain get over it.
Here's something she's curious about: "Are you sure it's only... humans here? No hyenas? Or prey? Or... jeez, even a lion would be something," she adds in a mutter.
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