Meta was sincerely regretting ever stepping foot in the movie theater. The movie was certainly tolerable, albeit far too saccharine for his tastes. He'd even been mildly amused at some points. But the effect it was exerting on his young protégé was absolutely aggravating.
"Look at this one!" Kirby held up a garish yellow plush. Meta was also regretting his decision to allow himself to be dragged into the store. It had been rather close to the theatre and he hadn't seen any harm in it. He didn't even mind the mountain of toys Kirby had amassed. After all, somebody capable of constructing his own battleship certainly had more than enough money to go around. It was the choice of toys that was wearing on him.
"It looks the same as the other two" he sighed. Kirby gave Meta an impressively affronted look.
"But I don't have Kevin yet!" Meta blinked. He wasn't even aware that the small yellow creatures had names. He motioned for Kirby to deposit the toy in the already burgeoning cart with no small amount of defeat. It was happily placed atop the horrifying mound of bug-eyed creatures.
"Satisfied?" Meta drawled, eyeing the cart. Kirby had a brief moment of internal turmoil before nodding. He began to navigate the cart through screaming children (and some screaming parents), heading towards the cashier lanes. Though Meta had eschewed his usual armor-clad ensemble, he still was amazingly out of place in the brightly colored aisles. Clad in his long black coat and a pair of dark sunglasses in place of his usual helmet, he certainly drew more than a few wary glances. Meta came to a halt and began to place toys on the counter, trying his best to retain some semblance of decorum. He offered no response to the cheerful greeting of the cashier. The woman tried in vain to get his attention, offering comments on the toys, the weather, all of which was met by noncommittal noises from Meta. Kirby excitedly scuttled down the aisle to wait by the cart as Meta payed, bombarding the worker with rapid fire chattering. The knight silently took the receipt and began to leave, Kirby in tow.
"Have a good day!" the woman chirped.
"Hmm" Meta grumbled.
Hours later, Meta sat on the carpet of his castle room, surrounding by the remains of packaging. His fingers were stinging with the numerous small cuts inflicted by jagged plastic. Kirby happily played with the toys that had already been freed from their plastic prisons, due to Meta having barred him from helping after he had managed to cut the knight's arm far more effectively than the packaging. With a final vicious yank, he pulled the plush free and sighed with relief. This was the last one. He turned it over and eyed the tab sticking out from a plastic button, and pulled it out.
"BANANAAAAA" the plush let out a grating, shrill shriek. Meta reflexively hurled the thing across the room, resulting in a loud crash from the adjacent room. He stared in the direction of the noise before turning back to meet Kirby's gaze.
"Metaaaaaaa" Kirby admonished "That's not how you play with it!" Meta sighed, and dragged himself over to the couch.
"I'm certainly not enjoying it" he muttered. He decided that Sword and Blade could deal with whatever mess the high-velocity minion caused and grabbed the remote, flicking on the TV. He froze as he recognized the garish yellow creature in the commercial. Kirby perked up and listened intently.
"A minion movie!" he exclaimed. He turned to the knight; the most innocent, pleading and angelic look physically possible plastered across his face. "Meta, we can go see it right? Meta?" he whimpered.
It took every ounce of self-control for Meta not to scream.