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Oh come on, I'm sure she thought about you a little. And how much could a meerkat really have going on that you can't help with some good old fashioned bicycle chaos?

Only fun, games, and bugs! You’re looking at the reigning champ, numero uno, KING of gnat nibbling. I have to defend my title and prepare for grasshopper gobbling, mantis munching, and the dragon flying races for the day. I mean, week. Year. Completely booked.

Um… What part of the Elephant Graveyard did you crawl out of that has a bicycle?

Ah! But in all your preparations, you never considered the bugs that could wait beyond! I've tasted some pretty great grasshoppers. Toasted on a comal and seasoned with garlic, lime, and salt. It doesn't get better than that.

Totally different graveyard, güey. Pretty far from the Serengeti. Well, technically not a graveyard, but, close enough.

Ah. Piquant, with a pleasant crunch. A personal favorite! Finding the delicate line between crisp and burnt to a crisp is a mark of culinary mastery. If a comal toasts them half as well as my pal I bet they’re delectable. I love the smell of toasted locusts in the morning.

But, I gotta ask, these bugs beyond… Just, uh, how beyond are we talking? You’re pretty expired yourself my putrescent pal. Are the bugs in your not but not not a graveyard anything alike? I mean, there’s not, like, adorable little exoskeletons of every bug I’ve ever swallowed walkin’ around here too, is there?

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Is this the beginning of the great bug revolt?

Are they gonna exact their revenge on me?!

[Finally, someone else gets it. That someone being a meerkat.]

Uuuuh... well... Unless there's a lot of bugs holding memorials for the other bugs you've eaten, you're probably okay. I think.

[No promises.]

The bugs I see are usually passed over through offerings. You don't want to go that far. What you want to do is cross an ocean.

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[ He'd notice if they were gathering like that, right? Yeeeeaaah... ]

What? Me? You think-? You think I want to cross the ocean? [ He laughs. LOUD. ] Do you see any fins or gills here? Meerkats are terrestrial, gregarious, and the smartest animals in the savanna.* Oooh, no. I have a better idea.

How about you sign me up for one of those delicious offerings of yours instead? When's the next one on its way?

[ *citation/reference missing ]

...A better idea, huh?

The next one's a few months from now if you can meet the specific requirements. They're pretty simple. Everyone does it eventually. You have to die.

I suppose it would technically be easier than hitching a ride on one of those big boats.

[ He holds his neck with both hands? and sticks his tongue out. ] Eeeuuugggghhh. What kind of lousy deal is that? Can’t you just send them to an alternate address? I'll even meet 'em six feet under if I gotta dig for 'em. It’s, uh… Just a little early to be making those kind of reservations. And Ma would kill me.

[He thought so. And he has no doubt that any mother would be capable of fury enough to kill someone after death. Not knowing who he knows...]

The alternate address is across the ocean, amigo. But, if you manage that, you don't have to dig. You can just walk right up to a vendor and take some.

[And assuming meerkats are fast, he'll even get away with it.]

Hmmm... [ He hums with intrigue, drumming his fingers on his chin one after the other.

The grub were definitely greener on the other side. The exciting blend of flavors and textures, rich quality, and masterful presentation of human cuisine had him mention a "World Tour" more than once with his companion. Maybe it wasn't so far-fetched for a meerkat and warthog to have misadventures across the world every Disney Afternoon. ]

I got it! What if I went by one of those boats? You know, those things are so big I bet they wouldn't notice a couple of extra insectivores aboard anyway. [ He nods, satisfied to hear that idea in his own voice. ]

With your worldly knowledge in finer arthropodal dining, do you have any other dishes you'd recommend? I could really use something with dung beetles. They're my buddy's favorite.

[He grins and doesn't say a thing. You go on thinking it was your idea, little meerkat. That's just fine by him. He's amused as it is.]

Mmm, not so familiar with dung beetles, I have to admit but, he might enjoy the jumiles. Smaller, but seems like it would be the same... acquired taste. At least when they're raw. You would probably enjoy the magueys around my favorite, the chapulines. There's also the hormigas chicatanas, you can usually find those already done, but much, much harder to find, the caviar of insects... escamoles. I have a feeling you'll want to at least try those.

Jumiles... Chapulines... [ Saying them is kind of like tasting, right? He licks his lips hungrily. ] Hormigas chicatanas? Hey, do they serve tíos chicatanas too? [ ba dum tsh! ] HA ha haaaa! Ah...

Are escamoles salty? Would you chew them or let them sit on the roof of your mouth?

You know, it's a shame we met after you lost your taste buds, bud. I know the best smorgasbord in the Pridelands come season's end. Grasshoppers everywhere! Your sophisticated palate would love my pal's stuffed grasshoppers.

[He's taken aback by the joke and then cackling a second later, slapping a boney hand to an equally boney thigh.] Hard to say! They'd probably have to make it on the fly.

It's just a little bit chewing. Like eggs or cheese... which... you wouldn't know anything about. So you'll just have to trust me.

My family would probably not be too happy if I came by with a whole collection of bugs. [He sighs. Tragedy.] Stuffed grasshopper does sound pretty appealing though...

Well, there’s the problem. They should be makin’ ‘em on a bigger bug! [ Normally he takes things literally but the wink accompanying these words assure he’s joking.

He opens his mouth to ask what cheese is but closes it when he’s asked to trust the skeleton. Fine, keep your secrets, bone man. Your eclectic bugs dishes are probably better anyway. ]

And the problem with that is...? Sounds like more bugs for yourself. What would they expect you to come by with, more bones?

Oh, that'll really get people buzzing about it! [It's a terrible joke. He cackles anyway.]

Would you believe it? Some people don't like insects. I mean, they're great protein! But no, "still creepy" and "might scare some customers". [He does air quotes and shakes his head before sighing.] But I'm trying not to get kicked out. Again. So the bug quantity has to be "reasonable".

[ Bug puns are the next best thing to bugs themselves; he's eating these pun up all the same. ]

I don't think I'll ever get my niece to eat a grub. Kovu, though... I just might convert him yet. But you! Ah. You, my cool companion, sound like an outcast.

I feel like I should be insulted but you phrased it so much like a compliment that I guess I'll say thank you...?

The best animals I know were outcasts. Why even I was once an outcast if you can believe it. A visionary unappreciated in his time and... maybe a bit of a tunnel klutz. But that's not important. You and me? We got a perspective like no one else in our colonies. Fresh and bold ideas.

[He's not going to comment on believing that the talking meerkat was an outcast. He's not sure pointing it out would actually be taken all that well.]

Fresh and bold ideas... You know what? You're right! I do have that! I've got over ninety years of bold ideas!

[And just as many failures but ssshshshsh.]

So, what? Is there an outcast club or something?

Ninety years… ? [ That can’t be right. He’s known elephants to live up to seventy but ninety? Was that normal for monkeys or does this bag of bones means he’s been deceased for ninety years? He stares at Hector for a moment, the two bugs in place of his brain working overtime before he speaks up again. ]

Ah, no. No club. Last we made one of those it took an unexpected turn into… parenthood. [ His voice is especially tired while the word plays back memories of being chased, pounced, and woken in odd hours of the night by a lion cub. ]

I’m Timon, by the way. What do I call you, Monkey Bones?

Ah! Parenthood. [He sighs that in the exact opposite tone of Timon. Wistful and happy and longing. His hand goes over his ribs, where his heart would be.] Those are the best years. [Cue memories of being chased, pounced, and woken up in odd hours of the night by a rambunctious and constantly dancing little girl...

But the meerkat is asking for names so he tries to focus, shaking his head to clear it.]

Well! You can't call me Monkey Bones, for one. I'm Héctor. [He holds a hand out automatically, then pauses.] Do, uh... do you do handshakes?

Timon, YOU don't write, YOU don't call! How's anyone supposed to know where you are to even send a beetle arrangement if you just fall off the face of the pridelands! Oh...

And what "big things"? You know how dangerous the big wide world is, Timmy, I can't stand to know that it will swallow you up and I'll never know!

[nothing says confidence in your survival like your mom assuming you're gonna die x1000]

[To the reader like this is a talking head from the Office:] It never fails… How does she find me?

Er. Hi, Ma! I’m okay. That hoity hornbill must have delivered my message to the wrong colony. I’ll send a snail mail next time, extra plump.

Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere, especially some human game. They’re all about sailing in a rotten log or pretending you're in a library. Or, worse. The horror game where they turn you into some monstrous, hairless, big toothed monkey. Ugh. Talk about a nightmare! I’m getting people bumps just thinkin’ about it.

That’s why I say it’s high time I started my own game. With blackjack and apids! THAT’S my big thing.

[It's felt like forever ago since she last chatted with Timon. Poor him. He just wants to live the carefree life with Simba, Pumbaa, and the rest of their friends and family.

She totally gets it, as she sighs and takes a seat somewhere nearby the meerkat.]

Muns can't make up their minds about us.

I've been dragged into something new I didn't ask for, when I've been on an unexpected hiatus. And it sucks whenever they want to get back to us out of the blue.

Finally! A voice of reason.

What can you do? Change your address? Get a new phone number? I have neither and they still found me.

I don't think it matters where you are, or what you do. Once they think about you again... There are times when I don't like being a favorite.

[The resentment in her voice is unmistakable when mentioning about her Mun.]

I hope yours will have you reunited with your friends and family, or at least be involved in something that's bearable.

Well, the skeleton was a surprise...

What were you doing before you were kidnapped, Mari?

Skeleton? [She doesn't let herself assume anything, for more than one reason.] Yikes. A normal one, or...?

[As she lets out a breath, she knows she's going to try to not vent a lot about what was promised, and what was to happen. Also, she's feeling a bit uncomfortable. She doesn't remember telling Timon about any of the crazy and frightening stuff that happened to her, and around her in her old neighborhood.

Was it because she felt uncomfortable about that from before? Maybe. It'd make sense in a way, on not having him worry...]

I was supposed to be traveling back to my world, and making plans to go see my family and some friends. I've, um... Well, it's really complicated on what happened to me, and about what I've been through before... world traveling stuff.

[From there, she has the need to pause and think. Out of some pieces of memories she can remember in relation to those from the Kingdom Hearts universe, Simba and Sora were friends. Right? Had Timon met him, or Kairi, or Riku? She doesn't remember.

...When did she first meet Timon, anyway? She sort of remembers talking with him only once before, somehow. This is a very strange memory gap she's noticing--and it's bothering her.]

[ [ooc: Just want to clarify on something that takes place from back around the time when I was at Paixao RPG as Darker Than Black's Hei, Jake from the Animorphs books, and Nana from the Elfen Lied anime. Mari and Timon briefly interacted with one another the Wolf Run musebox. Wolfie's musebox. They had small talk around Days of Our Lions, and Hollywood trailers. I remember that, lol.

This was years ago, before I had Mari and some other muses in fun and exciting plotty things with friends' muses at my musebox comm, six word story scenes, and other scenes.] ]

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Big things, huh? Like what?

Nothing! I didn't plan to beat your cricket crunching record. I'm not acting suspicious. You're acting suspicious! What's grub?

[ Smooth as a waterbug, T. He doesn't suspect a thing... ]

[He’s just giving a bemused look. Definitely doesn’t believe you, bro. But he’s not going to ask, either.]. Uhhhh-huh. I don’t think you can beat my record, Timon.

Au contraire, sonny boy. I can beat it. I just wasn't feeling good that day. My, uh, thing hurt.

Grrrf, I know!

It's like muns these days decide to play with the new and out with the old! At least throw us a bone! Or do I have to howl more?

Normally I wouldn't partake in such Canidae behavior but, ah, why not? I'll howl for yeah, Wolf! Just don't throw any bones at me. I accept grubs and diamonds.

Listen, uh, I hate to break it to ya but are you related to a cat? 'Cuz you're kinda giving off those vibes, mack.

Mensch, majestic, King of the Jungle type vibes?

[ The timing of muses dont always align, especially older canons. thanks for hitting me up, billy ;) ]

Hmm. Nah, more like 'ah strange alleycat. Or one of them corndogs at Coney, maybe one of Fat Louie's footlongs with too much fur. Either way, man, ya scream tourist.

[ Likewise amigo! So difficult to have canons coincide. Would love to throw some lk muse Timon's way. c: ]

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why do you do this to me

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/Backtagging. Taking some time in between video gaming to let this lady and a newer muse out.

SUP BUDDY

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Hello Old Friend ❤

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know i'm super late on this but was browsing tags. your timon is perfect! feel free to ignore

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