A/N: Hey. Lol so this time we get some more in depth time with Bowser, Junior, and Wendy. Enjoy!

And thanks again to my loyal reviewers Coooool123, Angela, and TrollingForever :)

Chapter 11: Childish Hobbies

Mario

We continued through the lands, making fast progress. We had already passed through the first two lands, and were on our way up the second castle.

"Geez...how much money do you think Bowser spends on these castles?" Cult asked as we ascended up the castle.

"Huh...I'm-a not sure..." I pondered. "He uses the same-a castles now though."

"Don't you blow up his castles?"

I shrugged, remembering my old habit. "Eh, it-a stopped seeming necessary. Just-a seemed like a waste of time-a."

Cult frowned. "Well, not really. I mean-"

"Uh, you guys-a?" Luigi said, timidly. "I-a think we're at-a the boss-a..."

"Alright!" Cult said enthusiastically. "Let's clobber this guy!"

I nodded and Cult pushed the door open. The three of us rushed in to the room, and inside was some giant Koopa. He laughed and started spinning around the room.

"Incoming!" I yelled as Luigi and jumped away.

Cult, however, didn't have our jumping ability, and was forced to lunge and dodge until the Koopa grew dizzy. Once the Koopa stopped from his dizziness, Cult whacked him on the head with his spear.

"Hah, got the little bastard!" he yelled triumphantly, the Koopa stumbling backward before shaking himself off and starting his assault again.

I grinned. He was indeed a skilled warrior, helping me make progress through the lands even faster than Luigi does.

However, he had some sort of rebellious streak. On several occasions he's questioned the route we were taking, the strategy we were employing, and questioning the overall system.

I don't understand why he's so against this. It's such a basic formula, and it always works! Why can't he just stick to the plan we've always stuck to...

Fawn

Knock knock...

I drifted toward the realm of consciousness, vaguely albeit.

Pink pink pink pink.

I looked around me. Pink. I swear if I have to live in this room any longer I'm going to go crazy. It's to...stimulating! Ugh! Once again stimulated immediately by my surroundings, I quickly brushed my teeth and showered. I want out of this room, I can't take this. Although I guess I shouldn't ask…it'd be rude.

I heard a knock at the door. Oh thank goodness, I can leave this place.

I rushed to my bed and wrapped myself in a blanket before answering the door. Jimmy was standing there, carrying a long bag. He looked away from me.

"You know, you can wait to dress yourself before answering the door..." he murmured.

I stared at him before remembering this attire made him uncomfortable. I pouted. "I just really hate this room...sorry."

He knit his brows. "You hate this room?"

I nodded, but felt guilty when I realized that I was being rude. I guess I'm not completely awake still. "Sorry...that sounded rude. But it's to...bright for me. I can't think, or relax."

He considered, looking around the room before nodding him. "No, I get it. It's to pink, to girly."

I nodded. "Yeah...hang on one second, I'll get changed."

I was about to close the door, but Jimmy stopped me.

"Wait! Tina, made you a dress," Jimmy said, holding up the bag. "She had already been working on something apparently, and all she had to do was make a few changes. She asked me to bring it to you."

I looked at the bag. "Oh...thank you!" I took the bag and closed the door.

Observing it for a little, I found a zipper. I unzipped the bag and a note fell out. I picked up the note and examined it.

Hey Fawn,

I hope you like this dress! It's what I had almost ready, I just hadn't added any color to it yet, and tapered it to fit you. Don't worry, it's not one of those fancy dresses. I'll make you more soon. Enjoy!

Tina

Smiling at the note, I pulled out the dress. It was a small, café colored dress that came down just below my knees. The dress was smooth and consistent in texture, with no sleeves and a normal collar.

I smiled at the dress. It was casual and comfortable feeling. I slipped it on, and I relished the feeling of it. Wow Tina, you did a great job! Finally, normal clothes…

I walked to the door and opened it to greet Jimmy. He was about to speak before he looked me up and down. "Huh...it's simple, but it looks good on you." He blushed. "Best I've ever seen you in my opinion...you look pretty."

I smiled, blushing at his praise. "Thank you Jimmy." I was about to ask what we were doing today, when I remembered.

"Oh, today I eat with Bowser and his family!" Oh boy! I'm going to be eating with four friends! Maybe I'll make more...

Jimmy nodded, smiling. "Yep. You've really got them all charmed...and you are pretty neat, I've got to say."

I blushed harder and said, "Th-thanks..."

He chuckled and said, "Yeah, win Bowser and his family over for my sake, will you?"

I stopped blushing and observed him, confused at his words. But in the end, I ignored it and shrugged. "Okay."

Bowser

I sat at the table, waiting for all the Koopalings...and Fawn to arrive. First was Morton and Lemmy, both energetic morning people. What surprised me was that Junior came early too, which he never did. I found it was to secure Fawn's chair ahead of time, which was stone and plush, unlike our pure stone ones. He made her sit next to him. Which meant she was sitting next to me. The idea made me a little uncomfortable, but I decided it was way to early to care. Later came Ludwig and Iggy, punctual as ever. Then the rest filed in, uncaring as ever. Just as the last one walked in, Fawn came hurrying in as well.

I eyed her attire, noticing it was the first time I'd seen her in clothes besides Peach's. It was odd, as though I was looking at her in a whole new light. She looked natural, more at ease. And it seemed like it was from more than just a dress. I'll admit, it was a more pleasurable change. It made this girl feel less like Peach's replacement, which was one of the things that had irritated me about this girl. The other being the idea that she's still just a liar.

Junior grew excited and jumped out of his seat to run to her. "Fawn!" he greeted energetically. "Look, I picked out your seat! Sit next to me and King Dad!"

"Oh, hello Junior!" she greeted happily. "Thank you, that was kind of you." I noted she wasn't quite as timid as she was before, at least with Junior. Junior began rushing back to the table with her in pursuit. After she fumbled around a bit unsurely, she realized where her seat was and sat.

"Hello, Bowser," she said to me. Her tone was a little more timid then the one she used to address Junior. But it still seemed happy.

"Morning," I replied.

As we all waited, a few of the Koopalings spoke.

"Hm...Fawn, I'm not sure if that dress is good..." Wendy said critically. "It's so...blah. Totes lame, sorry girlfriend."

"U-um...sorry..." Fawn replied to her, nervously. Hm...so she's scared of Wendy still, huh?

"But it's okay, we'll fix you up after this!"

"O-okay..."

"Well I think you look pretty!" Lemmy exclaimed.

She beamed at him, maybe blushing a little. "Thank you Lemmy." So she's only scared of a few of them?

"Yeah, you aight," Roy said plainly. "Give seven or eight outta ten." My boy, rude as ever…

"Um...thanks?" Fawn said unsurely. Has she not heard of that rating system?

"Must you be so crude?" Ludwig muttered. Roy started arguing with him as the servants brought out food.

We were all served a goblet of milk, three pancakes, three strips of bacon, and three eggs on our plate. But there were several plates of food stacked in the middle that's up for grabs when you finish. Everyone began tearing in immediately. As I was eating, I remembered Fawn's ferocious tendencies. I looked up to see everyone else gawking at Fawn, who was eating rapidly with her hands, shoving food and milk in to her mouth, with some of it dribbling out of her mouth.

Fawn finally realized everyone was staring at her. I expected her to become embarrassed or something, but instead she simply frowned.

"I don't get it, you all are worse." With that she continued eating. Junior laughed and hugged her shoulder from his seat.

"You're so awesome Fawn!"

She stopped eating and turned to Junior, blinking. "For eating? Well...thank you."

"OMS that was totes gross Faw-Faw! You're, like, not posh! Like EW!" Wendy exclaimed, looking disgusted.

"I was anticipating some more culture to be executed by you...what a shame," Ludwig said, disappointed.

The comments brought Fawn down. "Oh...sorry..."

Bowser Junior stuck his tongue out at the two siblings. "Hey, shut up! Fawn's awesome!"

Morton joined in. "Yeah! She's a super amazing badass for a human girl. She tied with me in Battle! And if she's eating like that it's okay because it shows that she-"

"She can eat how she wants to eat!" Lemmy joined.

Iggy was eying Fawn oddly, most likely analyzing her. "Yes...it's very helpful to learn about your eating habits too..."

Roy had nothing to say, busy snickering.

I felt the need to join in. I ended up protecting her. "Well, I think that not only is it funny as hell to watch her eat like that, it's also her right. She doesn't have to eat like a fancy ass like if she doesn't want to," I said loudly to get their attention. Everyone was silenced, before simple chatter started up.

"Thank you, Bowser," Fawn said to me, smiling.

I stared at her before turning away, slightly embarrassed by my actions. Damn…I didn't think I was going to say all that. I thought I was just going to stop at 'it's funny as hell'. "Whatever. Just the truth."

She smiled at me for a bit before starting to eat her food again.

"So...anyone got plans today?" I asked everyone, hoping to find out if they'd be around to destroy the castle.

"I'm meetin up wid my old crew," Roy said.

I nodded. Oh thank stars, he's leaving, he's the worst. "Have fun."

Ludwig also spoke. "The District Darkland Symphony has come here to practice with me for a future concert."

"And I'm going out in to town with a friend," Larry added. Chances are that meant he was going to rob someone or something.

"Well, have fun with that you all," I said to them all.

Once Fawn finished, Wendy had finished too. Once Wendy saw her plate, she said, "Ugh, how do you eat so much and not gain weight!? Like, unfair! I'm sure Peach would kill for that."

Fawn blinked and turned to her. She was still nervous. "Well...I'm just hungry because I haven't been eating much..."

Wendy shrugged. "Well whatever! We've got to start fixing you up like ASAP!"

Morton and Junior seemed to get annoyed at this.

"What!? I wanted to play!" Junior whined.

"Yeah! And I was going to talk to her about stuff! You know, ask her questions! Like where she-"

"Too bad, I called her!" she said, rushing to Fawn and grabbing her arm.

"Um..." she stuttered, scared.

"Bye Daddy!" she said sweetly before dragging Fawn out of her seat. I wasn't sure if I should object. I knew that Fawn was scared of Wendy, and I almost felt bad for her. But they left the room right when I was opening my mouth.

Fawn

Wendy was dragging me along across the halls, holding my hand with more strength then I thought she had.

"Okay, we need to get you makeup, and a better dress, and actual shoes, and maybe a waxing, and..."

I was terrified of whatever she was planning about. I had considered fighting back, but decided against it, as I didn't want to anger her.

Eventually we ran up some stairs and went up two flights, each one having a floor at the end of it that had two doors. Wendy stopped me on the third floor and dragged me through a door that revealed a pink hallway, which we paced down. I saw that it was decorated with flowers hanging on the walls, a few on little tables. The walls had a few heart designs and there were a few portraits of Wendy hung up. Some realistic, some exaggerating her curves and how pretty she looked. I noticed that there was some sort of award regarding fashion hung up. Eventually we came across a pink door, which had some emblem that looked like Wendy printed on it.

"Here we are! My room!" Wendy said excitedly before hurrying me in. Once pushed in I looked around. Inside was a four poster pink bed, and pictures on the walls of attractive boys, as well as attractive models. There were also three dressers, a plasma TV on the wall, a gigantic closet, a desk, and two plush pink chairs. She pushed me in to one of the pink chairs and said, "Wait here."

I sunk in to the seat, almost like I was trying to sink in to it. She's so scary...this room is scary...

She ran to one of her dressers and started throwing items on to the desk. I identified them as makeup.

"Okay!" she said, grabbing some sort of bottle. "Hold still, gonna apply some eyeliner." She walked toward me.

She pulled a tiny brush covered in black goop out of the bottle, and moved it toward my eye. I immediately flinched, and it jabbed me in the eye. "Ow!" I yelped.

She pouted. "That's cuz you, like, moved dummy." She sighed. "Fine, we'll start with foundation.

She went back to the desk and came back with some sort of tray. She opened it to reveal what looked like a painting tray. She grabbed the brush inside and dabbed it in a tan color...it kind of looked like my skin color.

"Okay, hold still," she said, dabbing the stuff on my face. I didn't like it, it felt gooey and sticky and weird. I sort of began to whimper.

She noticed this and stopped. "What's wrong? Aren't you having fun?"

I ended up being honest, not thinking about it. "No, not at all."

This seemed to hurt her. "What?"

I considered my words before again going with honesty. "I'm sorry…I just don't like it…"

She gawked at me before growing angry. "Why? Why don't you find this fun!?"

I could tell she was mad. I thought about lying, but I knew honesty would be best in situations like this. Plus I didn't want this to go on any longer. "I just don't. It feels weird, and I don't think I need to do it. I think it's…kind of...dumb...I'm really sorry-"

"Shut up," Wendy hissed coldly.

I grew scared at how mad she was getting. Oh no, she's mad! Oh I really screwed up! She hates me, I'm going to get in trouble! "Wh-what? I'm sorry, I-"

"I said SHUT UP!" she screeched horribly. "SHUT IT! STFU! I HATE you! I hate EVERYONE! Of course it's to hard to get someone else that likes this...plus I'd be doing you a FAVOR! You're UGLY! Stupid girl, get out!"

I trembled in place, fearing her and her voice. "Wh-what? You want me to-"

"I SAID LEAVE!"

Her voice was horrible to listen to, I couldn't take it. I quickly got up and hurried out the door, afraid of the harpy and her voice that was screeching about her hellish cosmetic.

I walked down the stairway I came from, feeling lost. Oh...what do I do? I really screwed up...Wendy hates me now...I was terrible to say such things. What do I do? Where am I to go now?

I thought these thoughts as I walked alone, and I was sure I was going to get in trouble, when I finally reached someone. I was almost at the first floor of stairwell, and Bowser Junior was already, about to walk through one of the two doors that were there. He turned when he heard my steps and grinned widely.

"Fawn!" Junior yelled excitedly. I felt a little relieved to see Junior, a friend.

"Hi Junior," I said weakly.

He looked around me and asked, "Where's Wendy? What happened?"

My eyes widened and I grew very nervous. "Oh...um...you see..."

He noticed my tone and growled. It sounded very cute, as it was underdeveloped. "Was she mean to you?"

I shook my head, still nervous. I finally just spoke the truth. "No Junior...I was mean to her."

His eyes lit up at this. "Really?"

I nodded ruefully. "Yes...she wanted to apply makeup, and I didn't want to. So I told her it was gross and I didn't like it...that was rude, I know, but-"

Instead of Junior getting mad like I thought he would, he began to laugh hysterically. He held on to my dress as he doubled over in laughter. Um...what?

Once he stopped, he looked up at me. "You really are awesome! You get how dumb Wendy and all girls' makeup and stuff are."

I blinked. "You're...not mad?"

He guffawed. "No! Wendy can be so bratty, I knew you'd be cool enough not to like her or her dumb girl stuff! You're a cool girl!" He chuckled. "How'd she react?"

I winced, not liking the memory. "She um...grew very angry. She started screeching...which didn't sound nice. She told me to leave, so I did."

He groaned. "Ugh, Wendy's screeching is so painful. I'm so glad you ditched her."

I sighed, feeling relieved that I didn't seem to be in trouble. But at the same time, I still felt bad for Wendy. She seemed hurt.

"Now you can play with me!" Junior exclaimed.

I felt unsure, not knowing if it was okay. But I realized I probably didn't have anything else to do, so I smiled and said, "Sure, I'd love to."

He beamed and grabbed my hand. "Well come on!"

He ran through that door that led to a hallway similar to the one that lead to Wendy's. Except, unlike hers, it had orange floors and dark green walls. There were lots of paintings of Bowser Junior, except they all looked like they weren't professionally done. They were slightly cruder, not that they were bad. I also saw an award for painting on the wall.

"Here's my room!" Junior said. Like Wendy's door, it had an emblem that looked like him. He opened it and brought me inside.

I looked around the room. The floor had a jigsaw design that was orange and green. I didn't know what the color of the walls were, as it was covered with paintings. They were all drawn like the ones in the hall. Inside the room was a queen sized bed that had all sorts of designs, like suns and clouds and dogs. There was also a plasma TV on top of a dresser, and a large desk that had lots of drawers in it. I noted that it was splattered with paint.

I put it together. "Junior, do you like to draw?"

He nodded, and cockily said, "Yep! I'm the best there is!"

I looked around at the paintings. They weren't fantastic, although they were good. "How old are you?"

"Four. Why?"

"Wow, four? These paintings are amazing for a four year old!" I said, surprised.

He grinned cockily, but I could tell he was blushing a little. "I know! Heh...thanks though!"

I smiled and he said, "Would you like to see some of them?"

"I'd love to."

He took me around his room, pointing out paintings. Some of the concepts were actually very creative for a four year old. He showed his father holding the sun in his mouth, angels flying around a golden gate, and other things along those lines. Then there were things that you'd expect from a four year old.

"Here's my family beating up Mario!" Junior pointed out.

I chuckled at the scene; Bowser was crushing Mario's head with his foot with his children cheering. "You guys really must want to take him down!"

"Yeah, he's a gross little mean doodoo head," Junior said bitterly, scrunching up his face. "He always takes Mama Peach away from King Dad!"

Oh right, Bowser loves Peach. I'd be pretty upset if I was his kid. I turned to a painting of Bowser and Peach holding each other's hand, smiling and looking in to each other's eyes, with both using there other hand to hold Junior's hands.

"I guess that shows in this painting, huh?" I asked, pointing to the painting.

He looked at it and nodded. "Yup, I really want Mama Peach and King Dad to get together so we can be a big happy family!"

I smiled. "I hope that happens."

I found another painting that caught my eye. It was sort of hidden, but it showed a Dragon Koopa woman surrounded by angels. I was about to ask about it when Junior said, "Let's play with my toys!"

He ran to the chest and threw out a bunch of toys. He picked up a super hero action figure and spoke in a manly voice.

"I'm SuperKoopa, and I protect the weak, while messing with them!"

I chuckled and grabbed some figure of a girl in a tattered dress. "And I'm...uh..."

"You can still be Fawn!"

"Okay, I'm Fawn still!"

We played games with the toys, with my character getting kidnapped by Mario a lot, until Junior stopped playing suddenly. When I looked at him, he grew a little embarrassed. "You know...you really are cool."

I smiled, blushing a little at his kind praise. "Thank you."

"Peach is already gonna be my mama, since she's nice, and King Dad likes her...but maybe you could be my really good friend. Or aunt or something!"

"You want me in your family?"

"Yeah!" He mumbled, "Sometimes, all my siblings don't want to play with me, cuz I'm to young. And Peach doesn't want to play all my games, like Battle, or Cannons..." He grinned. "But you do!"

I smiled largely. "Thank you. I'm not your family, but I'll always be your friend."

Junior nodded. "Okay!"

At that moment, Kamek walked in. "Junior, time to help Roy clean up your mess you made yesterday."

Junior groaned. "Again!?"

He nodded. "Yes, it's not clean yet."

"But I'm playing with Fawn!" Junior whined.

"You were?" he asked curiously. He looked at me. "How nice of you, Fawn."

I blushed and looked away. "It was my pleasure...it was fun."

He nodded and said, "Sorry, but time to go." He took out his wand and waved it, making the jewel glow. I watched intently as all the toys levitated and went in to the chest. I was awed by his magic. "Wow..." I whispered.

Junior, on the other hand, mumbled, "Why can't you just clean it?"

Kamek glared at him and replied, "To teach you not to do it again."

Junior pouted. "Fine." He turned to me and stood. "Bye Fawn!" he said, hugging me around my torso, nestling his face in to my chest.

I smiled warmly at his friendliness. It was my first time hugging a Dragon Koopa. He's so small...but so warm. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, minding his spikes. "Bye Junior."

He released me and hurried out the door. I noticed Kamek tuck his wand away, making me contemplate his magic again.

"Thanks for being nice to him, Fawn," Kamek said warmly.

"It's okay..." I said absently. "What kind of magic can you do...?"

"Hm?"

I realized I had spoken my thoughts...again. "Oh...sorry. I was just wondering...magic seems really cool..."

"Thank you, that's nice of you!"

"You're welcome…"

I thought he was going to leave, but he suddenly looked like he had a thought, and began to rub his chin. "You know...I've actually finished all my work for today. You've been very kind to the royal family, I feel as though we owe you...how about I put on a little magic show for you?"

My eyes widened in excitement. A magic show...I'll get to see...a magic show!? "Yes!" I exclaimed. "Yes...I'd like that very much. If it's okay..."

He waved his hand. "It's fine. Say...how would you like for me to invite Bowser too?"

I quirked my eyebrow. Wonder why he would... "Well sure. I haven't talked to him much, it would be neat. If he wants to, that is..."

He chuckled. "I'm sure he will. Come with me, we'll have the show in the throne room."

I smiled. "Okay."

He took my hand and suddenly, I was surrounded by a poof a smoke. For a few seconds, it seemed as though I was in a world of darkness, with colorful shapes floating around. I was amazed by it, wanting to study it, but the next thing I knew I was in a throne room.

"Wow...that was amazing!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled. "I'm glad. Hang on, I'll get Bowser."

He teleported away, and I waited for him to come back.

Bowser

I was sitting in my room watching TV, a little tired. I had finally finished my paperwork, and with a little time to spare. But I was to tired to kidnap Peach, so I stayed here. I was just relaxing, until Kamek came in. Apparently he had set up a magic show for Fawn.

"I don't want to," I muttered.

"Well, what else are you doing?" Kamek asked.

"I'm relaxing," I said annoyed.

"A magic show can be relaxing."

"It'll be boring. I've seen it since I was a kid." That was true.

Kamek grinned. "Well, maybe it'll be fun to watch it with a friend."

I growled. "Are you assuming Fawn is my friend?"

He shrugged. "I'm assuming she could be if you gave her a shot."

"Well...I don't feel like it," I mumbled. It was sort of true.

"Come on!" Kamek persisted. "You spend almost all your free time either by yourself like this, or occasionally with your family. But you never have any friends you hang out with anymore! That's all I'm asking for; you don't even need to love this girl. Just be friends with her. Or at least try to. That's all I'd like, okay?"

I thought about it. Well...he isn't going to stop bugging me...and I did get him to compromise...and maybe I'll enjoy the company...maybe.

"Oh all right," I muttered.

Kamek grinned and said, "Excellent. Follow me, milord. Fawn's waiting for us."

I muttered 'okay' and got up. Maybe this won't be to bad...

Around ten minutes later, Kamek and I came walking through the throne room. Fawn beamed when she saw us.

"Hi Kamek. Hi Bowser!" she said. I noticed that she sounded more enthusiastic greeting me.

"Hey," I said gruffly.

"Well, are you two ready for the magic show?" Kamek asked.

Fawn nodded enthusiastically and I grunted. I noted how she looked like a little kid right now.

Kamek grinned and said, "Why don't you two sit down?"

I grunted and took a seat on my throne. Fawn looked around and saw no other seat, so she sat on the floor next to me. I was expecting her to sit far away, but she didn't, which surprised me. She was only a foot away from my leg, I'd say.

"Alright, let's get started!" Kamek said enthusiastically. With that, he waved his wand and the geometric shapes began form. I noticed that he only focused on making clouds of geometric figures, as it wasted less energy, and it was all Fawn needed to he entertained.

I was bored, so I looked at her to see her mouth agape, and her eyes wide with childlike wonder. Every time Kamek made a new cloud or a new figure, she'd clap her hands with glee. She was like a little kid, and it was rather amusing to watch.

This reminded me of a question I was somewhat curious to know. "Fawn...what do you think of my kids?"

"Huh?" Fawn said, breaking away from the show for the first time to look at me. She blinked and turned back when she noticed Kamek do something new, but she still spoke.

"Oh...they're all really nice. They're wonderful, and cute, and friendly. I like them a lot."

I rose a brow, surprised by that response. "Really? Most people think they're monsters!"

She hummed in thought. "I wonder why..." She seemed to realize something, but didn't say anything.

I noticed this. "You sure you like all the Koopalings? You seemed scared of some of them."

She blushed. She nervously said, "Well...I think I do...but I guess I didn't get along with a few."

"Which ones?"

She paused. "Well...Junior is a very nice boy, we actually played again today."

I looked at her, surprised. "Again? Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah…I had nothing to do, so he asked if we could play. We played with action figures and he showed me his paintings. He's very good!"

I nodded, knowing my son's talent. Wow…she really does like the Koopalings. That's a first… "That he is…well, what about the others?"

"Well…Morton, and Lemmy are very nice. Iggy's nice, I think, because he seems to like watching me. But um..." She gulped before continuing. "I didn't really talk to Ludwig to much, he didn't seem to want to. And same with Larry. He left me when I was taking care of him, which was mean. Then Roy was mean to me. And Wendy..." She got nervous

"What about Wendy?"

She sighed. "She was being pushy and wanted to put makeup on me...I didn't like it, so I told her to stop and...that really hurt her. She got real mad and told me to leave. I'm sorry..."

She seemed genuinely scared. I, on the other hand, understood this. I chuckled at the thought of how non-girly this girl can was at times. "It's okay. Wendy's always been like that. If you don't like that stuff, you don't have to change for her. You're fine how you are now." My eyes widened at my own slip up. Where the hell did that come from?

She turned around at me and smiled largely, blushing slightly. She scooted closer and patted my leg lightly. "Thank you," she said, before scooting away again. I noticed that she wasn't as far away now.

The touch felt foreign at first, and I realized that was because it was a friendly touch. Something I wasn't used to from people anymore. It felt kind of nice to be touched by a friend.

By a friend? I can't just go thinking that...is she my friend? I looked at her. Her attention was now on Kamek. I guess she's my...good acquaintance. Yeah, let's go with that. It sounds better...because I guess she is a little cool. She's not like any other girl really...must be why I said what I said.

Finally the magic show stopped. I looked at Kamek, who looked whipped.

"Thanks for coming..." Kamek huffed. "Hoped you enjoyed the show!"

Fawn clapped. "Yay! Thanks for the show Mr. Kamek...it was very good! I was amazed, thank you!"

Kamek bowed to her, seeming a little proud. It's probably been a while since his magic was complimented. "Thank you Fawn, I'm very glad you liked it."

He turned to me. "How'd you like it, sire?"

I grumbled, trying to decide my words. How to describe this experience... "It was different."

Kamek seemed to like that response. "I suppose it was."

Fawn stood up. "Well, I suppose I should get going now...your dinner starts soon, doesn't it?"

Kamek checked his watch. "Indeed it does...how'd you know?"

She shrugged. "Just remembered."

I shrugged too. "Whatever. You know your way back?"

She nodded. "Yes, I think so. I'll be leaving."

She turned to Kamek. "Bye Mr. Kamek...um, thanks for the show."

Kamek nodded and warmly replied, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

She turned to me and said, "Bye, Bowser..." She grew nervous. "Uh...thanks for understanding…about Wendy."

Oh, so that meant something to her. "It's no problem," I said nonchalantly. "I'll see you."

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "With that, she walked out of the throne room.

Kamek immediately turned to me and asked, "Did you have fun?"

I felt tired to be honest, and didn't know how to respond. So I got up and said, "I guess."

I began walking to the door.

"Well was it-"

"I'm going to dinner. I'm tired and hungry," I interrupted.

I suppose this was kind of fun...talking to someone who doesn't hate me and outside of family, watching her look like a fool...beats TV. I just know that it' was much less relaxing, I'm tired as hell.

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