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You’re looking around the branches, searching for nothing in particular, and you come across two lions. The first one, a normal-sized, light brown -almost golden— pelted lion with white splotches smattering his fur, is sitting tensed and nervously glancing around. The other, a dark brown in color with gray stripes and green flecks smattered on his pelt, is resting, his physical movements calm enough. You notice a bit of fear and tension flaring in his eyes, but you ignore it. He’s a small lion, and doesn’t look like he could do you much harm. The first one….well he looks a bit like a kind marshmallow, and you ignore any fear you might have, despite his size. The golden one looks up at you, his ears perked, and he gives you a wide smile. Yeah, you’re fine. He almost BOUNDS over to you. The lion, still smiling, holds out a large, fluffy paw for a pawshake. “Hello! I’m Martin! Who’re you?” Martin speaks in a heavy British accent. You grab his paw and proceed to give him a good-natured pawshake. You note silently his strength but say nothing. You just smile, glad to meet such a kind lion. “I’m [Your Name]. Nice to meet you Martin!” Martin smiles again, somehow even more excitedly. It seems your relief to meet a friendly lion is mutual. “This over here is Jon!” Martin waves his paw towards the darker lion. He looks up at you, his eyes wary and suspicious. It disturbs you slightly, but you shrug it off as just being understandably cautious. Martin brings his muzzle up to your ear and whispers, “He’s a bit grumpy!” The golden lion murmurs dramatically before bursting into quiet snickers. The other one, Jon, rolls his eyes but says nothing. Martin gains composure and steps back, walking towards the layout of items assorted in front of the dark lion. Martin waves his large paw over the goods as he sits down next to Jon. “We have a great deal of items for you to choose from! Low prices too,” He winks. Jon finally looks up and speaks, “Don’t steal anything.” He murmurs in a somewhat monotone voice, the accent almost matching Martin’s. “I-I wasn’t planning on it…Um…Jon.” You stammer. This lion made you oddly uncomfortable as his piercing gaze seems to understand your whole being completely in the matter of half a moment. “It’s Jonathan to you, [Your Name].” He mutters exasperatedly, the smallest hint of a snarl edging his tone. “Wh- Um, yeah, sorry. Jonathan.” Did he hear you state your name earlier…? He must have. Why were you so paranoid?? Martin looks at you then Jon, then back to you, a tense look on his face. He clears his throat somewhat loudly and says, “Well, do you see anything you like?”
