Jan 22, 2017
Bearer of Bad News /./ Timba Calls
Simba: It was the evening after...Pixie's entire backroom and offices had gone up in flames. Since Simba had failed. After getting checked out by the EMTs and given the all clear to go home--he'd crashed, hard, and slept until the next evening, until his alarm woke him. He had about two hours before the rehab closed to phone calls. Sighing, he rolled away from Berlioz, still asleep. Slipping from the bed, Simba went out onto the balcony, into the cool night air, closing the door behind him.
Simba: "T-Tink," Simba's voice rasped and warbled when he heard her pick up the phone.