[ Simba's more than a little out of his depth with all the magical creatures and strange two-legged animals wandering around, but he hasn't lost his curiosity. "The Station" is the most sundered of all the places on the map he was given and he stuffs it back inside the pouch the fairies gave him, along with the locket, looping it over his neck before cautiously approaching the sleek homestead. The castles are too big for him to brave right away, having appeared in the Drabwurld somewhere on a battle-field. It only seemed sensible to follow the eastern road.
He's so busy staring at everything in the Station that when someone bumps into him, he lowers his ears and backs off immediately, tail down. What a lion, right? If only Timon and Pumba were here, he would have felt much more confident. ]
Oh! Sorry! Sorry, wasn't watching where I was, uh. Where I was.
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He's so busy staring at everything in the Station that when someone bumps into him, he lowers his ears and backs off immediately, tail down. What a lion, right? If only Timon and Pumba were here, he would have felt much more confident. ]
Oh! Sorry! Sorry, wasn't watching where I was, uh. Where I was.