[He has been making a mess. What's the use of all these cool stuff being kept away and - ugh - organized??
Simba doesn't know what the cards are for, but he's somehow managed to knock them off and scatter them. The voice calling out to him gets a small jump out of him, and when he turns around... there's a pair of socks on his mouth.
His tail swishes, and he lowers himself to the ground. It doesn't look like he plans to give the socks back that easily. At least, not until someone plays with him first.]
not anymore
Simba doesn't know what the cards are for, but he's somehow managed to knock them off and scatter them. The voice calling out to him gets a small jump out of him, and when he turns around... there's a pair of socks on his mouth.
His tail swishes, and he lowers himself to the ground. It doesn't look like he plans to give the socks back that easily. At least, not until someone plays with him first.]