9 July 2015
I didn't give Dedede as much lines as I would've for this—he's groggy. And sleepy. I don't think he's in the mood to run his mouth.
21. Disrespect
of privacy which kind of happens all the time nowadays.
It felt like a long day to everyone working within the castle.
Particularly because a very bold, very heroic, very stupid terrorist decided it would be a good idea to start off with the castle.
It was only by chance Bandana Dee's Unnamed Friend had detected the Smell of Upcoming Death, and when he announced it, all suspicion fell on the very bold, very heroic, very stupid terrorist, who was masquerading as a newly-joined minion. The chefs, not very practised in that sort of field, panicked for a split second before going after the very bold, very heroic, very stupid terrorist with pots and pans fresh off the stoves, which might or might not have been a very good idea. Bandana Dee's Unnamed Friend thought it was a good idea, though. They were heated up, right? More pain, right?
Yeah, it was kind of a really long day.
Dedede thought he would hit the hay early.
He shuffled over to his enormous bed in his slippers—no, really, the bed really was enormous. He only took up a fifth of it. Why the heck did it need to be so big? Untwisting the cap of the water bottle some random minion refilled for him every evening, Dedede snatched a glance at his nightstand.
Larry sat eagerly on top of it.
"Oh my gosh, you kept her!" exclaimed a very familiar, very annoying voice. Dedede spun around, a little clumsily, meeting the sight of Kirby swinging through the open window.
Dedede ground his teeth together. "You! Get out! And I closed my window!"
"Uh, yeah, apparently. But you never locked it, so."
Nope, the self-invitation was a little too much for the king to handle at the moment. While he processed it, and hoped to glare Kirby out of the window, the pink puffball strode past Dedede and stopped in front of the nightstand, pulling the fake plant over so it was teetering precariously over the edge. Kirby didn't seem at all fazed, though.
After a moment of silence, Dedede managed to reshape his bewilderment into anger, clenching his fists in front of him threateningly. "Look, you get outta my place or I get you out of my place."
Kirby spun around and rolled his eyes. Then he brightened up again, once of those highly dangerous mischievous glints in his eyes. "Well, hey, I don't see your name stuck on anything here, so stuff it!"
"That's not even—everyone knows this is my castle!"
"Oh, uh. You're excluding me out of that 'everyone', right?"
Dedede's building annoyance seemed to amuse Kirby, and the pink puffball whistled and jumped onto his bed. Which, anywhere else, was a serious offence. Dedede didn't really pay much attention to anything associated with the word "royal", though.
But the thought of his enemy doing what he liked in his room casually annoyed him.
"Get off!" he barked, taking a big step forward, to, you know, in case he needed to talk with his fists.
"Yeah. Your bed's so soft and gross." Kirby mocked a gag, and jumped off, landing soundlessly. "Anyway, glad to see Larry's still around! You're pretending to water him, right?"
"Wha—"
"You know, if you don't pretend to water fake plants, they'll die! Just like Bob did." Kirby fell into silence for about two seconds, as if he was reminiscing. "I performed my revival ritual on him, though. But I don't think you can do it, so keep Larry safe."
"'Reviving'—"
"You can take an empty watering can and just pretend to tip it over, you know! Larry won't die like that." Kirby blinked, tilting his head. "Or, I hope so. If he does, I'll revive her, anyway, so it's okay!"
(Kirby took a note that he referred to Larry as two different genders and laughed at himself.)
Listening to Kirby rattle off—listening to anyone rattle off—just pissed Dedede off and he swung his hands in a tantrum, water spilling from where he was carrying the uncapped water bottle the whole time in one hand.
"GET OUT!"
"Yeah, that's a good idea, I'm kind of hung—"
Dedede haphazardly swung at the pink puffball, who agilely dodged with a laugh—he liked laughing a lot—and flounced over to the window. It wouldn't even take a brainless duck to figure out Dedede was hopping mad, but Kirby seemed pretty flippant about it.
"Okay, bye-bye! I'll terrorise you another time!" Kirby grinned, jumping out of the window and snorting out some catchphrase of some other hero in the Nintendo franchise.