15 August 2015
It takes just about nothing to kill my motivation.
I have some good news, though: there is no bad news.
26. Bungee Jumping
of a puffball who is very enthusiastic about doing (probably) dangerous things.
Bandana Dee, equipped with another free hour, marched over to Kirby's house. (No, he was not obsessed with Kirby, how dare you ever insinuate that.) He was ready with a swimming float, since the last time Kirby had plotted an evil plan of throwing Bandana Dee into the pond behind his house and it nearly worked. So this time, he was ready. (Let's just ignore the fact that the pond was half his height. Ignore. It. Okay? Okay.)
Knocking on the door once—
Okay, he didn't.
Bandana Dee pushed open the door like it was his own house, armed with a nice greeting.
"Kirby—"
He blinked at the darkness. The darkness did nothing in return. The curtains were shut and no light was allowed through, except for the streak of light that was shadowed by Bandana Dee, courtesy of the open door.
Of course. When Bandana Dee came prepared, Kirby wasn't even home.
"Fine." It might've been a little strange to talk to himself, but compared to Kirby, it was absolutely normal. Bandana Dee spun on his heel, gently closing the door. Maybe he'd go back to the castle and eat more food. Or complain about the heavy amount of duties he was assigned with the Random Unnamed Friend of Bandana Dee. Or play a prank on the Random Unnamed Friend of Bandana Dee—
—Oh. Oh. A prank. Right. Kirby was like that, wasn't he? He liked to play pranks, right? What if Kirby had just pranked Bandana Dee and was chortling away with Bob? (Or was it Larry?) Or maybe Kirby wasn't in after all? Or maybe he was and doing the chortling? Or not?
Whatever. Bandana Dee was heading back, anyway.
Bandana Dee felt it was a waste to walk all the way to Kirby's house from the castle, with a float, a pumped up float, but he eventually told himself it was exercise so it was fine. Although it did get tiring—should he ask the capsule js to transport him around? ...Were the capsule js' presences worth the transport?
He guessed so. He could see what Kirby was up to for a few more hours, if they did. (If he wanted to see what strange things Kirby was up to.)
"Band-Aiiiiid!"
Speak of the devil.
Bandana Dee looked up from where he was staring down at the dirt path, but he didn't see anyone in sight. (That was a lie; there was a bronto burt up ahead, but it wasn't Kirby, so did it matter?) ...Maybe he was hallucinating. He did get eight hours of sleep the day before, for once. So maybe Kirby's frequent yells were getting into his brain.
Only maybe, though. Bandana Dee tightened his grip on the float and continued onwards. He was near Whispy Woods' clearing, which was about halfway through, so that was something to look forward to.
Oh, yeah. Maybe Kirby was in Whispy Woods' clearing. Apples did tend to fall over there, and the apples that did fall over there were nice. Bandana Dee often snatched one on the way back to the castle after he visited Kirby. It wouldn't be strange for Kirby to be there, although Bandana Dee did tell the pink puffball he'd be coming over...
When he entered Whispy Woods' clearing, he saw a flash of pink streak upwards before it disappeared. Bandana Dee blinked, rubbing his eyes. That probably was not a hallucination. (Only maybe.) He took a step forward, holding his float in front of him like a shield, (although his spear would've been a safer bet), and continued to advance slowly.
The pink descended once more, and Bandana Dee jumped backwards. It didn't fly back up immediately, though, and Kirby spun around, rope tied around his right ankle, laughing in his usual silly manner.
"Hi!" went the normal greeting. Kirby waved his arms like he wasn't just hanging upside-down, and he hadn't just bounced up and down previously. "Sorry I wasn't at home! I wanted to get back, but this bungee jumping is so addicting! Here, try it!"
"Uh, no, thanks. Motion sickness." Bandana Dee squinted at Kirby, scanning his position and the rope that prevented him from falling smack onto the ground, although there wasn't a very big distance between that and Kirby's head. "That's... bungee jumping?"
"Yeah! Whispy said it was okay. He's asleep now, you know?"
"...Yeah. Isn't that a bit too short to be considered bungee jumping..?"
A wide(r) grin spread on Kirby's face. "Nope!"
"...Right." Not. "I was, uh, heading back to the castle. ...So, I might as well just stay here until I need to get back." Bandana Dee sat down and indulged himself in a fallen apple, while Kirby sucked up a bunch of air and floated back up under the disguise of the leaves.
Kirby sprung down once again, and Bandana Dee still nearly choked on his apple.
"...So, is it fun..?"
"Hm?"
"Bungee-jumping."
"What? I'm old and hard of hearing, Band-Aid. Gotta speak up."
"Is bungee-jumping fun?" Bandana Dee might've said it loud enough to be considered rude, but Kirby either didn't notice, or didn't care. He probably did sense it, though. He was observant. And sensitive. Most of the time he just didn't care.
Kirby's smile widened even more. "Yeah! Do you want to try it? I don't have a spare rope, but you can borrow mine, if you'd like!"
"No, thanks," Bandana Dee repeated. "Motion sickness."
"What if I bribed you with an apple?"
"I'm eating one now."
The pink puffball opened his mouth wide, a drift of air suddenly directed at it, and... oh, no. Bandana Dee flung his hand out at his float, the other hand loosely holding onto the apple, which was (un)mercifully caught by the wind, and went down. Kirby's hatch.
Kirby swallowed for a good few seconds, before resuming his grin. "Now you aren't!"
"I'll just take another..." Bandana Dee trailed off, surveying his surroundings. Blades of grass were swaying, but only if you stared hard enough. And no red fruits. "You are rude."
"Bungee. Jump."
"No."
"C'mon, have more backbone!"
"There is backbone, and there is… head-on stupidity. So, no, thank you. I'm heading off back."
Kirby was suddenly swinging at Bandana Dee and the next thing he knew was that Bandana Dee was up in the tree.