OOC: oH MY GOD YOU
WHY ARE YOU SO NICE AND AWESOME
MUCH LOVE
yes pls

Zazu rolled his eyes. What a pleasant person. “Well, my name is Zazu, I am the majordomo of the king of the Pridelands.
And I want to know who you are, if I may ask.”
So this bird knew how to speak to those who deserved respect. Smirking, Loki raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. “King of the Pridelands? I am interested in this line of royalty. I am Loki, God of Mischief and Lies and true king to Asgard.”
“I see,” Zazu said, nodding, but not exactly understanding. “So where, and what, is this Asgard you come from…Loki?”
“Asgard is a planet far from Midgard that is more than you could ever imagine,” Loki told him. “Though I wish for you to tell me how you learned to speak, migardian bird. I sense no magic, so what then?”
“And where is this…Midgard?” Zazu asked, more than confused. “Everyone in the Pridelands can speak, though I don’t think humans can understand us. Can you understand me because you are a god?” Magic? Planets? A god? Was this guy hallucinating?
“How pleasant.”
“Yes,” said Zazu, trying not to get angry by his rudeness. “And where do you come from? I have certainly never seen a human like you around here.”
“And it speaks; even more of a delight.” Loki held back the urge to roll his eyes, instead glaring down at the small bird. “Who are you and what do you want?”
Zazu rolled his eyes. What a pleasant person. “Well, my name is Zazu, I am the majordomo of the king of the Pridelands.
And I want to know who you are, if I may ask.”
So this bird knew how to speak to those who deserved respect. Smirking, Loki raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. “King of the Pridelands? I am interested in this line of royalty. I am Loki, God of Mischief and Lies and true king to Asgard.”
“I see,” Zazu said, nodding, but not exactly understanding. “So where, and what, is this Asgard you come from…Loki?”
“Woah there, Zazu.”“I’m sorry, Sire.
I had to choose one
and frankly I trust you a bit more than Simba.”“I suppose I can understand.” Mufasa stated, feeling a bit awkward around Zazu now.
Zazu looked around nervously. “This never happened, Sire,” he whispered ashamed.
“How pleasant.”
“Yes,” said Zazu, trying not to get angry by his rudeness. “And where do you come from? I have certainly never seen a human like you around here.”
“And it speaks; even more of a delight.” Loki held back the urge to roll his eyes, instead glaring down at the small bird. “Who are you and what do you want?”
Zazu rolled his eyes. What a pleasant person. “Well, my name is Zazu, I am the majordomo of the king of the Pridelands.
And I want to know who you are, if I may ask.”
“Woah there, Zazu.”
“I’m sorry, Sire.
I had to choose one and frankly I trust you a bit more than Simba.”
Zazu thought carefully on what he would answer. The idea of same-sex relationships didn’t fit in his principles, but he had to say one.
“Uh…Mufasa, I guess,” Zazu said, feeling a bit disgusted.
OOC: Mufasa.
“How pleasant.”
“Yes,” said Zazu, trying not to get angry by his rudeness. “And where do you come from? I have certainly never seen a human like you around here.”
ooc: made a post, go for it

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