#simira

@waitingona-mirabel​

"Jambo, Mirabel!” Simba chirped, swinging the door to his house open wide. A sea of golden retrievers poured out, surrounding the girl with enthusiastic tail wags and happy barks. They recognized her, he was sure, since they’d all met before at various town events. Not to mention, her uncle was Simba’s bestie! Simba liked all the Madrigals, even if Berlioz, for some reason, disliked Isabela.

“C’mon in! Do you want something to drink? I’ve got cranberry juice, water, er--” he counted off on his fingers as they moved into the house “--that might be it. Unless you want milk? Sorry, we gotta do a grocery run clearly. Anyway--”

“I was thinkin’ we could go up to Ber’s studio, he’s got all his music on the computer there. We just gotta be sneaky because if he catches us, I’m gonna be in trouble.” This wasn’t true, for the record, Simba had told Ber this was happening, but it still made Simba feel very Mission Impossible.

“Did you say what you wanted to drink?” he asked again as they made their way into the kitchen and he poked his head into the fridge.