Deja (Ko)vu /./ [Kimba]
@kovu-blackwell
Simba was on his way to Chapter Three to grab Opal from Belle. Belle and Hades had an appointment for the twins and Simba had just finished a shift at Town Hall with Hades, so he’d offered to take her off their hands for a few hours. It was no skin off his nose. He adored Opal and hospitals were no place for a toddler as curious as Opal Acheron.
So, he’d burst into the shoppe behind Hades, who had said hello to his wife and then gone to the back to--Simba didn’t know...organize things--before leaving for their appointment.
“Hullo, Opal!” Simba bellowed as he bounded in. “Uncle Simba is he--oh!”
There was someone standing at the counter, chatting with Belle.
Simba blinked and the smile slipped off his face for a moment. Why did--
“Hello, Simba,” Belle said, much more evenly than his own entrance.
“Oncle!” Opal shouted, however, curling her little fists in the air, the same way Simba had done when he’d entered.
“Er, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Simba apologized, his gaze sliding back to Belle as he shook off the odd feeling.
“It’s alright. Simba, this is--Kovu. We met at school. Kovu, this is Simba. He’s--a friend.”
Normally Simba would make some quip here--a family friend--but instead, he turned to this new fellow. “Kovu, you said? That’s funny. That was my great-uncle’s name. Is your family Kenyan?”
He knew there were other countries that spoke Swahili, of course, but--he was excited at the prospect of another Kenyan in town.