Multiple Muses from Cartoons!

"Hi Chopper!" Kolulu loudly called to her friend, waiving her sleeved arm up high in hopes the doctor would notice her. The young mamodo was wearing a light-pink colored kimono with lots of flower and fish scale patterns. When he and his friends approached, Kolulu's face lit up. "This is my big sister, Lori!" She would look up to the older girl accompanying her, whom giggled and waved politely.

Robin simply lowered the camera in order to allow Kolulu and the others a chance at scrolling through the photographs. The woman was smiling still, pointing at one where it looked like Chopper was stumbling a bit while trying to maintain a pose, using Kolulu to support his weight. "I like this one. It speaks volumes of your friendship."

Chopper blushed a bit and shook his head a few times with a soft smile. "Aw! If we show the others that one, I'm gonna look so dumb though~!" He failed to hide the enthusiasm in his voice. He clearly also appreciated it regardless.

"I like this one, where we're all hugging!" Kolulu would gush, pointing to the photograph in question. Of course, the pink-haired mamodo loved all of the pictures, including Chopper's awkward photo that Robin pointed out. But the image of the trio hugging had to be Kolulu's favorite. "Maybe I can ask Lori for a frame."

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"Hmm... as fun as that'd be, I can't swim so I could only watch you!" Chopper admitted with a sheepish giggle, figuring Kolulu would really enjoy getting to train to be an astronaut. It was then that an idea came to mind that he was sure would fix these minor issues.

"Ah! We have a Fishman in my crew! If we have him, we can do all the pool training you want without anyone worrying!" Chopper brightened back up, seeming to have forgotten that Kolulu was already a gifted swimmer. Perhaps he simply couldn't be too careful with the life of someone he practically considered a little sister.

Simba wasn't entirely sure how he had gotten to this strange place. The ground wasn't.. ground. It was made entirely of what he thought was rocks. Once thriving in Africa, the young lion was now in France along with several other animals. But Simba had managed to escape his imprisonment and scamper inside the house of worship

Wide eyes cautiously scoped out the scene as he swiftly made way under a bench to hide. But Simba had been spotted by someone! He let out a small gasp and took a couple frightened steps backwards. Ears were against his head as Simba let out a pitiful attempt at a roar, but it came out as an angry meow.

Oh, what a poor kitty. He clearly was very scared and Quasimodo didn't know what to do except for... well, keep talking to it. He couldn't let the animal there. Still, he moved his hand back, wanting to give Simba some space. He didn't think it was odd that the animal could talk to him, if anything, it was another normal day considering his best friends were gargoyles.

But maybe backing off would help him calm down.

— Alright alright, I'm not so close see? I don't want to hurt you. — The bell ringer said. — Why don't you come out? No one is going to hurt you.

Although the cub was still fearful, Simba was starting to feel more at ease after Quasimodo begun to give him some space. The poor animal was so scared. Being trapped in the church and trying to avoid the humans inside listening to sermons for so long had stressed Simba.

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