Kirby/Ribbon
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"Eeyow! Ribbon, it huuuurrrtss…!"
"Kirby," all femininity left her voice as she ground out the boy's name in a low growl. "I am trying. I really am. Just quit being such a soggy watermelon and take it like the plush pretty pink guy you are!"
"…soggy watermelon…?"
Ribbon huffed and stepped down the wooden chair, standing with her arms akimbo. "Well, don't you like watermelons, Kirby?" She eyed Kirby with an almost expectant gaze as she clutched onto the red ribbon that was ready to go in his hair. She giggled lightly.
"Uh… hey, Ribbon, can I look at myself now?" Kirby sounded scared, uncertain. His voice shook and the mirror behind him taunted and laughed at him. It was bad enough that he had not-so-good experiences with mirrors in the past, let alone letting his pretty pink-haired lady friend (as he liked to call her) dress him up. He had a dark, foreboding suspicion as to what Ribbon dressed him in as well.
As for Ribbon, she climbed the wooden chair once again and smiled to herself. "Nope!"
Clipping on the ribbon she held earlier onto his hair, she ignored the choked whimpers of pain Kirby emitted when the hair accessory dug into the flesh of his scalp. Whether her intention of causing pain was purposeful or not, remained a mystery.
Though, knowing the girl, Kirby had a hunch that it was her private goal to cause him any kind of hurt; physical, spiritual, or mental.
He knew that behind his pretty pink-haired lady friend's loving face, lay a sick monster who fed off of her comrade's pain. And Kirby loved it. Though rarely, he loved how violent and hot-tempered she would be at times.
But no matter how much he asked her about this topic, her face would flush and deny any question he threw at her, unknowingly tantalizing him.
Pinning the clip onto Kirby's hair, Ribbon flashed a bright smile to plaster her face and sang in a tiny tune, "Done~!"
Ribbon hopped off her chair and placed it to the side. Then she firmly held onto Kirby's shoulders — in which she had to use her tippy toes and when she still couldn't reach, used her wings as a last resort method much to her chagrin — and turned him around.
Kirby didn't so much as gasp nor did he widen his eyes in surprise. Instead, he ran a hand down the silky fabric, only abhorring it just a little bit. Because despite the humiliation he felt, his blush only complimented the lolita dress and red ribbon he wore. There wasn't much to detest when you looked good.
"Well?" Ribbon smirked.
Kirby twirled a stray curl sporting from his hair. "It does kind of adorn me…" The adolescent closed his eyes and smiled contentedly. "I look good. Thank you!"
The compliment made Ribbon fluster in embarrassment and she sputtered out, "Y-you're welcome!"
Arms wrapped around her body, first around her torso then Kirby lowered himself so as to hug her belly. She was about a foot shorter than him so as a result he had to bend his knees to properly hug her. Though, he wondered, why didn't Ribbon just flap her wings to float to his height — or at least stand on her toes to make herself appear taller. Must be a girl thing. Probably. Most likely.
However, the girl being hugged in return felt as though her legs turned to jelly and she feared that her heart drumming loudly in her chest would sprout fairy wings and flutter away. Even if her and Kirby's relationship status was… official, she and Kirby never so much as kissed mouth to mouth and that circumstance led Ribbon to believe that Kirby didn't know that they were dating at all. So that problem caused her to develop a stronger crush and yearning love for him. Even if what she felt was obviously reciprocated.
Slowly, she squirmed her way out of the hug, leaving Kirby somewhat confused, gathered all the courage she could muster, and reached up to kiss his lips chastely. Then after pulling away she awaited for Kirby's response.
And much to her mirth, Kirby covered his reddened face by pulling up his dress' skirt.
Deep breaths, Kirby. She probably wants a kiss back. Deep breaths — the pinkette's thoughts rushed in a myriad and he caved to them, lowering the dress skirt to uncover his face. He saw Ribbon, who's cheeks were stained lightly with pink, outwardly fighting to keep any rhapsody hidden. But clearly failing to do so.
She was thorough a female. Meta Knight had once told him that girls were the most capricious, mysterious, taboo-producing creatures of the entire universe. So unpredictable and such oddballs they may seem to the opposite sex. At least, that was what his mentor had told him about women.
But now that he had seen for himself how quick to change Ribbon's mood was, Kirby certainly wouldn't doubt what knowledge Meta Knight had else to give him.
So, he shyly kissed her back.
They figured, at their young ages, that it was a relationship like theirs that could only be considered as perfect.
