Simba

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You felt butterflies as you flew home, both for excitement for seeing your Mother again and nerves because of Stitch. You sighed and fidgeted a bit. Mark turned to look at you, resting a hand on yours and clenching it.

"Y/N, I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. She won't come near you" yours and Mark's eyes met as the two of you kissed. It was broken by your phone ringing. The caller ID claimed it was Ms. Pentagru, the lovely Russian elderly lady who lived on the other neighbour side of you back home.
"Hello" You answered.
"Hello Dear, just wanted to ask if everything was alright?"
"Oh yeah, it's fine" You sighed, you couldn't be bothered to explain all of the drama (mainly because I the author am tired af) so you left it for now.

"Well that's good. Simba is doing fine, he seems quite at home here in my apartment, and I am keeping him indoors"

You talked for another five minutes, before saying goodbye, hanging up the phone and falling asleep on Mark's shoulder.

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