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Captain Falcon wondered around in the shop, browsing through the displays. From omega to Breitling, from IWC to Sinn, they had all kinds of watches, you name it. He walked around in circles, "confined" to his half of the shop during his "time out". He turned to check out on how the others were doing; Samus was pretty much just silently staring at watches as well, while Kirby was sitting on one of the seats before the display cabinet and appearing to be what seemed like testing the durability of the glass, by heavily patting it.
Letting out a sigh, the F-Zero racer strode out of the shop and started walking around the shopping complex. The shops were all almost the same, with Santa statues or toys in front of them, tiny Christmas trees at the side and Christmas songs blasting over the speakers. He occasionally stopped to look at the decorations, before continuing his footsteps. It wasn't long before he had made another huge circle, almost reaching the same watch shop again.
"Ring ring ring!"
The captain turned in the direction of the source of the ringings, only to see a young man shaking a bell in front of some coffee shop.
"It's cold out there! Get your hot delectable coffee right here to relieve yourself! You'll freshen up in no time at all!" He promoted.
Captain Falcon made his way towards the young vender who caught his attention. As he stood in front of the counter, the vendor's face lit up.
"Welcome, kind sir! Care to relieve those strong muscles of yours?"
Captain Falcon would usually have started boasting about them and begun flexing by now. He didn't though, at the moment.
"I'd start with a cup of coffee," he said, smiling at the young man.Probably no older than 21, he thought.
"Yes-sir-ee! What kind would your taste buds prefer?"
"Recommendations?"
"Well, I'd say on a day like this, peppermint mocha would be nice."
"Interesting... although I think I'll stick to the usual strong, black one."
"No problemo sir, be done in a minute," the vendor replied, getting ready some coffee beans and boiling water as he turned on the coffee machine. Captain Falcon enjoyed the young man's attitude; diligent and easy-going. After a short while, he spoke up again.
"Hey kid!"
"Yeah, need anything?"
"Also make the peppermint mocha! And a cup of warm milk, if you could!"
"Sure thing!"
The drinks soon arrived piping hot in their cups.
"Lids?"
"No need, thanks."
The vendor proceeded to put the cups in the tray holder, which was then placed in a plastic bag. "17 coins only, sir!" (17 coins may seem like nothing but in this story, the coins they earn from fights are actually worth a lot).
The racer took out 20 from his pocket, dropping them into the man's outstretched hand and taking the bag. "Keep the change!" he added.
"Thanks, sir! Have a merry Christmas!"
Captain Falcon stopped just as he was about to leave.
"How are you gonna spend Christmas, kid?" he asked.
"Well... I don't really know. Maybe grab a few friends or sometthing, ya know? I live everyday about the same, so it ain't no biggie for me." the young man replied.
"Then what about..." Captain Falcon nearly said "your family". Based on what the young man said though, it probably wasn't the best to bring it up.
"What about you come over for Christmas at the Smash mansion? Just tell them I invited you!"
The young man's eyes widened. "They allow that?"
"Well, only on holidays, guests are allowed..."
He pondered for a moment, the racer waiting for a reply.
"...Naaah. I still have to work, ya know, all the customers during holidays. Plus I don't think I'd fit in. Thanks for the offer though, appreciate it."
Captain Falcon nodded in understanding. "Not a problem, kid. Just sayin' if you ever change your mind, you're always welcome."
The two bid farewell as Captain Falcon made his way back to the watch shop, and much to his surprise, the other two were already standing outside. Samus frowned, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she kept looking around through the crowd, a small brown paper bag in hand while Kirby sat on her head, a pair of binoculars, for some reason, in hand.
I wonder how long I spent walking, the racer thought to himself. Chuckling, he made his way towards them. Just as he managed to squeeze through the crowd, Kirby managed to meet his gaze. Soon enough, the star warrior used Samus' head as a springboard, jumping off into the air and diving straight into Captain Falcon-
*Splat!
He managed to land right splat onto Captain Falcon's chest and started gripping his suit tightly, allowing Kirby to stick there like a star fish. Falcon wasn't sure whether or not to show his amusement or surprise; he simply scratched his head.
Samus walked over and stood in front of Falcon, unbeknownst to him as he started poking Kirby in his sides, trying to get Kirby to let go (to no avail).
Clenching her fist, Samus raised her free arm up, extremely tempted to jab him right in the rib. However, she decided against it, bringing her fist before her mouth, clearing her throat in an attempt to catch Falcon's attention.
"Oh, hey," were the only words that escaped his lips then. And after a silent 4 seconds between them, an awkward feeling begin to linger around them, as they kept exchanging glances.
"You made us wait for 15 minutes, you rotten turd," she finally scolded, an annoyed expression on her face. Even through her angry tone, Falcon could tell that the tension had finally begun to cease.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he replied, taking out the peppermint mocha and passing the paper cup to her.
She immediately grasped the cup with both her hands, bringing it near the side of her cheek.
"It's really warm."
Falcon couldn't help but break into a jubilant grin.
"If you're really sorry then wipe off that stupid toothy smile of yours and keep moving, less I really smack you till you really become a retard."
Bang bang!
