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The Roof: Sunday night, well after dark

The Beast was crouched on the corner of the roof, looking out over Fandom.

Half hidden in the shadows and the night, he was brooding - dramatically - and also for some reason humming under his breath.

Two days, and his life had changed dramatically -- because of Samantha.

It was unexpected. It was inexplicable.

Without really noticing, his humming segued into song. (Because the power of ~~Disney~~ narrative can not be denied.)

She glanced this way, I thought I saw
And when we touched
She didn't shudder at my paw
No it can't be, I'll just ignore
But no one's ever looked at me that way before.

If he'd realised what he was singing, he'd likely be horrified.

[ooc: open, as roofs are, but you'll probably need to get his attention. Lyrics twisted slightly. ]

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When Simba finally arrived on the roof his jaw dropped open at what he saw. It was a beast! A terrifying monstrous beast!

Oh man, that thing would keep him feed for days!

With a huge grin he dropped close to the ground, and tried to sneak up on the thing's swishy tail.

So pre-occupied was he with brooding that he didn't notice the new arrival.

But his tail twitched provocatively, dragging across the roof, and flicking first left, then right.

Simba's own tail swished back and forth with anticipation as he watched the Beast's tail. It was all the joy of watching a dangly string, coupled to the happy thought of getting a great dinner with it. Just ... a few ... steps closer ...

Twitch, twitch, flick. The tail kept moving, almost as it was inviting a pounce!

The Beast kept brooding, lost in thought.

Judging that he was finally close enough, Simba shifted all his weight to his back paws, and launched himself off in full pounce mode. "Raaaar!" he cried as he tried to latch onto the twitching tail with his itty bitty fangs.

The Beast reacted, but not quite fast enough, and found his tail completely pounced upon.

Luckily the tail had a lot of fur, so it didn't hurt much, but he twisted to look behind him, teeth showing slightly. "That is my tail," he rumbled, in case the small lion didn't realise. "And you are a very little lion."

Even though he was dangling at an odd angle, Simba was determine to hold on as best he could to his prey. He real king wouldn't give up just because the Beast was bigger and stronger than he was, and could probably beat him up.

"Mmm taafer zan aa look," he said through a mouthful of fur.

"I'm sure you are." Amused despite himself, he plucked the small lion up by the scruff of the neck, freed his tail, then set him gently on the roof.

He quickly curled his tail around himself, lest it tempt further pouncing. "Why are you hunting beasts on the roof?"

[wee lion modded with permission!]

Simba crossed his paws as he was embarrassingly picked up by the scruff of his neck. He was never going to get this pouncing thing right.

" 'Cause I've been all around the grounds here, and I haven't been able to find any herds of gazelles or other stuff. My Dad said that I should practice my pouncing skills on something." He looked away sheepishly. "So I did."

"Ahhh. No, there's not much to hunt on this island. Practice is important, though. Have you tried the ducks in the park?" He uncurled his tail and let it dangle behind him. Perhaps being pounced by a small lion was not so bad. "Do you have a name?"

Simba tried to resist his inner cat instincts to pounce on the Beast's tail again. If he tried attacking the bigger creature a second time, he'd probably fail again. Ducks, on the other hand were something he might have a chance with, being the same size and all.

"I'm Simba!" He puffed out his chest a little. "The future King of the Pridelands!"

"The future king of the Pridelands? So I am in the presence of royalty." He turned completely to look down at Simba and folded both hand in front of him, claws touching. "It's an honour to meet you, Simba. I am called the Beast."

Simba did the best lion equivalent of a bow he could for his furry admirer.

"Just the Beast? You don't have a real name or anything?" he asked.

The bow made him smile, revealing a gleam of sharp white teeth.

"Just the Beast. I used to have a name, but I've forgotten it."

"Aww, that's too bad," said Simba sympathetically. "Everyone needs a name. I'l call you ... Mnyama! How about that?"

"Mnyama?" That possibly rather disturbing sound was the Beast laughing. "I like that, Simba. Mnyama will suit me very well. Thank you. I think you will be a good king."

Simba was thrown off guard by the weird noise, but decided to take it as a good sign anyway. He grinned.

"You're Welcome! I still have a long way to go if I want to be as good as my Dad, though. He's the best."

The Beast grinned back, showing a very impressive set of teeth.

"There was a large lion in the park yesterday morning. Was that your father? He had a very impressive roar."

Simba grinned even wider at that. He'd only seen one other lion around these parts, so he knew who it had to be.

"That was my Dad! He's the greatest lion in the whole world!" he said. "Hey, what's your Dad like? Is he as hairy as you?"

"He appeared very great." As far as it was possible for a brooding Beast to be charmed, he was utterly charmed by Simba. "I don't believe so. He was human, as I was once. Humans tend to be far less hairy than this."

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Jaye's very happy to see the lion cub Zero told her about. And okay, whoever that is, it's the cutest transformation ever.

Not that Jaye would ever think anything like that, nope.

Simba noticed someone with a camera off to the side somewhere. Hey, an adoring fan! He struck what he considered to be an impressive pose.

"Very nice," Jaye tells him, snapping another picture.

Oddly enough, she's weirdly comfortable with lions.

Simba struck a couple different poses for the girl with the camera. He just *loved* being the centre of attention. ~~Hamlet was likely going to kill him for it next week.~~

"Oh, yeah, work it, baby," Jaye laughs, still snapping pictures. Seriously, this is adorable. It might become her computer wallpaper.

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