SPOILER!!: Why won't he be the king I know he is? The king I see insiiiiiiiiiiiiiide?♪♬
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For most people in the world having their best friend sit on their lap and cry over an animated movie would be an odd occurrence. In a very weird way that was normal for the Gryffindor Prefect and Captain, this was not a concern. Yes, Kurumi was sitting in Selina's lap since she had been frightened their by the scar song, but Selina had been too moved by the movie to tell her friend to move and they were both tiny girls so they fit in the same chair very comfortably. Besides Selina needed someone to hug when Mufasa died, it was just too sad to even be... well it was just sad in general.
But when little Simba was all alone in the desert Selina suddenly stiffled her wet eyes, because she did not cry, and watching intently as Kurumi pointed out a new set of characters. Who in Merln's name was that? A warthog and a meerkat were an unlikely duo and an odd one at that. The warthog was cool and relaxed for the most part but was slightly dramatic and the meerkat was obviously the one who had a good grasp on things but like to do things slightly over the top. It sounded oddly familiar. But what could it be...? Hmmm....
Kurumi connected the dots for Selina as the warthog and his buddy bantered over silly things, things that seemed ridiculous to the average person but to them it was important information
like Bill. The meerkat and the pig were Selina and Kurumi. The redhead chuckled and said,
"Wait so which one am I?" Speaking of which... she was SO HUNGRY. So she picked up her candy and started to eat that again. After all she had quite a few boxes to get through.
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"Simba is attractive?" Selina repeated,
"That's it. Off the lap. You are being judged so harshly right now..." Her eyes turned back to the screen to see pumba getting chased by the random lioness. RUN PUMBA RUN!!!!!
And then.... wait what???
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What do you mean which one are you?" Kurumi scoffed, shoving another handful of popcorn into her mouth. "
Always eating, not the smartest tool in the shed but very lovable, singing voice leaves something to be desired...Selina, you are Pumba." Which meant that she was the wise cracking yet insanely on top of things and had the tendency to overreact Timon. Yep. It was fate. Those two creatures on screen were a very unlikely combination, just like they were. Selina was the strong minded all up in your face jock whereas Kurumi was the slightly uptight meek bookworm. They balanced each other and brought out the best in each other. Just like these two seemed to be. "You smell way better though." Cause, you know, Pumba's entire family left him every time that he...WAIT! Not in front of the kids! *waves*
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Wait...why?" Kurumi pouted as she removed herself from Selina. "
He is! You have to admit that much. I mean, the years were really good to him." And then the movie got all mushy when Nala came back and a romantic song began to play. Kurumi was back to hugging her pillow. It was so beautiful...and...
Oh, Timon and Pumba ruined the moment. Heck, Kurumi and Selina would probably pull the same thing on someone they knew. Complete with song and ridiculous dance number. But in the next instant, Kurumi literally smacked her forehead, HARD, when Simba blew it.
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Why is it that guys always seem to find just the right moment to say something stupid?" Kurumi asked looking over at Selina and jabbing her thumb towards the screen. Forget lions, this movie was about adolescence.
Kurumi continued to eat and munch as the story moved along, and her jaw dropped when the Simba began speaking with Rafiki. Then Rafiki motioned over the pool of water, ripples forming and distorting Simba's reflection to take on the appearance of Mufasa. A deep rumbling noise echoed in the theater and Kurumi slouched in her seat. "
Don't tell me his father is going to appear in the clouds..." And he did. Kurumi set her popcorn down and hugged her knees to her chest. Yep, dramatic moment had been ruined.
Kurumi sat their, grumbling to herself about the same imagery as the scene progressed.