first lesson;

[justpouncing.livejournal.com]

[ Dictated; after the sounds of things crashing and breaking are done with... ]

Wh—what's going on?! Timon?! Pumbaa! Where are you guys?

[ There are even more sounds now, little paws scrambling about, things being knocked over, claws scratching at the walls, windows, and door. ]

This isn't funny, you guys! Where did you put me? Let me out of here! Is this some sort of test?! I thought we were friends already! ...Oh wait, then does that mean I'm failing? I'm not supposed to panic, right?

Okay, okay! Hakuna Matata! I'm fine. Keep me in here as long as you want, I'll definitely pass! [ A beat, then more quietly. ] I wonder if there's any food in here... This is a really weird looking cave.

[ ooc; Lion cub in the lobby, if you wanna run into him! Dictated as well. It's not like he can open doors... ]

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[justpouncing.livejournal.com]

[ Oh there we go! A reaction, sort of. ]

Are you a human?

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[What is this conversation and why is she having it. Or, maybe the better question is, why is she going to keep having it. But, somehow, she is.]

Yes.

[justpouncing.livejournal.com]

You sure don't talk much. You must be a different kind, like that white-furred one was saying.

Were you cubnapped too?

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[This makes absolutely no sense. Also, making that headache of hers worse than it already is. She closes her eyes for a second, maybe hoping that the talking lion will be gone when she opens them.

But to no avail.]

Cubnapped?

[justpouncing.livejournal.com]

...Human-napped?

[ He circles around her a bit, sniffing at her ankles, tail whipping around curiously as he peers up at her. Lions are all about body language, so her discomfort is clear as day to him. ]

Are you in pain? I didn't hurt you earlier, did I? I'm sorry!

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[This, little lion, is what as known as a hangover. A very bad hangover. Her balance is already unstable enough as it is, and the way he's circling around her certainly isn't helping.]

No. [A pause while she moves her foot just a hair to try to help stabilize herself.] I'm fine.

[justpouncing.livejournal.com]

[ YOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL! ]

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[And that certainly doesn't help a hangover either.

For the woman that makes a habit of trying to keep her obvious exterior reactions to a minimum, that will certainly inspire one. The high pitch of that sends shockwaves through her brain, each more painful than the last. She takes a couple of automatic steps back, if only to put some distance between herself and that seriously awful noise.

Thanks, talking lion. Really.]

[justpouncing.livejournal.com]

[ THANKS TO YOU TOO, BITCH WHO JUST CRUSHED MY TAIL UNDER YOUR ABNORMALLY SHARP FOOT.

As soon as she moves, he darts away from her and onto the nearest couch, ducking down to check his tail and nurse it. What was that fooooooooooooooooooooooooooor!!!!!!!!!! ]

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[By the time her ears quit ringing and she can open her eyes again, she's alone. There's no sign of the little lion cub, and she wonders if he's gone, if she'd really imagined the whole thing after all--

Until she spots him on the couch, licking his wounds, and she's back to watching him silently for the moment. She may not have understood exactly what happened back there, and she may not have always been the world's biggest animal person, but you'd have to be completely heartless not to feel at least something from that little display.]

[justpouncing.livejournal.com]

[ When he sees her looking over him, he flicks his tail in an attempt to seem threatening, only to wince. Owww. ]

What was that for?! I was just trying to be nice!

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Now comes the time when she feels like she should say something. Manners, you know? Julia is, if anything, quietly polite. Even through the weirdest, most awkward situations.

It's with that tone that she speaks up a moment later.]

It wasn't intentional.

[... Wait. Now it's time for a reality check. Is she really still talking to a lion?]

[justpouncing.livejournal.com]

[ Shifting his tail back and forth experimentally, he pulls himself up on the armrest to sit. He's suffered worse injuries, but that really hurt! ]

Well your feet are shaped funny... I couldn't walk like that! Even monkeys have flat feet.

What's your name?