#simias

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Even though Ber had forcibly signed Simba up to work at the day care, it wasn’t a full time gig. Most of the programs ended around noon or a little after, leaving Simba’s afternoons horribly open. He found ways to fill the time, of course, because he was Simba and actually extremely busy at all times--but there were moments when he was just so bored.

This was one of those times. He’d hobbled down to the lakeside with Turtle, who was just playful enough without ripping his arms out of his socket like Simone would do. He hobbled carefully on his crutches down the slippery rocks. Technically, he wasn’t supposed to be doing this, but if he was going to miss out of swimming all summer, there was no way they were keeping him entirely from the lake. Besides, he was being careful!

He leaned over to let Turtle off his leash and threw a stick for him into the shallows a few times. They did this until another person joined them. The sound of gravel alerted Simba after Turtle had already picked up on a new friend and they ran towards the stranger curiously. Simba, noticing the cane, whistled once, sharply for Turtle, though he was sure the other person would look up at the sound too.

“Turtle, c’mere!” he called the dog back, who stood, looking between Simba and the stranger. “Turtle. Come.” The dog raced back to his side.

“Sorry if I startled you, my dog was making a beeline and I didn’t know if you liked ‘em or not. He’s very friendly!”