Put the lime in the coconut ;; bakari

With a yawn, Bakari laid back in his spot and let himself fall to the floor. A thump sounded out as he landed. The cheetah had a long day and needed to take a moment to breathe and, quite simply, so he did. With a few hefty breaths, the slick feline collected himself. The day was long though, there was still plenty to do. Despite that, he wanted to stay here for a few moments to just think and look around at his surroundings.

Calm, yet letting his tail lash happily, the newfound Pittian's colored gaze surveyed the area in front of them. Everyone seemed to be talking among one another as he laid on the pyramid's side, but one quiet individual appeared before his eyes. What was their name again? Bakari gritted their teeth trying to think of her name. Dead... something. It was edgy, he knew that. Truly, he noted, it fit her appearance.

He was going to wrack his brain for the longest time if he didn't just catch her attention. "YO, broski!" Bakari shouted towards the other. He flipped onto his stomach and pushed himself to his feet. "What was your name again, zombified member of the dark cult?"