Second Floor Common Room, Saturday, Late Morning

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Leaving a very cranky Wyatt, Tannim came out to the Common Room, put on a pot of coffee and poured a bowl of cereal.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Rita squeaked, then jumped on top of the breakfast bar. Maybe he would eat the people still on the floor?

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Simba grinned a toothy smile at that. He knew he was already a scary lion!

"Raaaar! Raaar!" he hissed, trying his best to show off his pathetic little roar.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Rita shivered a bit, then got a grip on herself. "You're, um. Talking? Please don't bite me? Please?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

He tried to pace back and forth around the bar, the way he had seen him Mom and the other grown up lionesses do when they were hunting for dinner. "Why? DO you have something else I could bite instead?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ummm...." Rita scrabbed around on the counter, and threw a PopTart down to him. "That? Okay? Yes?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Simba scrambled over to the pop-tart in an over energetic way, and quickly scarfed it down. Mmmm, artificial strawberries.

"Got any more?" he asked.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Rita raised her eyebrows. Really, he was too cute. "A couple? I think." She tossed a raspberry one in the air, waiting to see if he'd jump for it.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

No way was Simba going to fall for that. He was the young king-to-be, and he had a certain reputation to uphold.


So he waited a few moments, before jumping to bat it down before it hit the floor. Mmm, artificial raspberry.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Awwwww!" Rita tucked her legs under her and made sure he couldn't snag her skirt, then checked the box again. "Do you like blueberries?"

Maybe she could have a baby lion, after she was incredibly rich.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Sure," said Simba. "I'm hungry enough that I'll eat whatever."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Another poptart tossed high in the air. "Would you like to live on a private island?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Simba caught this one in his mouth, and noisily chomped on it.

"No way," he said in between bites. "I'm going to be King of the Pridelands one day. I'd never leave them."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I see." Well, she could get another lion cub. An apple tart got tossed upward. "That's very very impressive, your Royal Cute Highness."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Simba let this one drop to the floor, before cutely fierecly pouncing on it and mauling it into bite-sized pieces.

"Oh, I know. Everything the light touches? That's all mine."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Of course it is." Rita grinned. "Awww. I mean, yes. Definitely. Kill the--" she read the box. "Pop tart."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"I know it is! My Dad showed me the whole kingdom. And the Shadowlands, but I'm not allowed to go there, so I guess that's not going to be mine, but everything else will be!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"And who knows, when you're a very big lion? Maybe you can conquer those," Rita encouraged him. She tossed another poptart in the air. "Last one. Strawberry again."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Simba grinned at that. "Oooh, yeah! I'm going to be the toughest king ever!"

This last pop tart he actually leaped for, and managed to catch it in his jaws before crashing down on the ground.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Rita applauded. "Bravo! Yay, King of the Pridelands!"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Simba raised a paw up to his chest and bowed. It was so good to have adoring subjects.