A/N: I would just like to thank Water Dumple for his review. Yeah, I sort of do rush in to things. Sorry. I hope to get better as I get a long. Writing is not exactly my forte, ya know? I have just had this fan fic in mind for so long and I couldn't get it out without typing it up. Whoa, this author's note was loooooong. The main reason Olimar blew up at Louie is because he thinks Louie was controlling the Titan Dweevil, as you will see. Hope this chapter's better!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pikmin, Nintendo, or any of Nintendo's trademarks. I do, however, own this fanfiction, which Nintendo may use ideas from in the next game (I doubt they will, though. )
That night, inside of the main cabin of the ship, an area behind the cockpit, but above the storage areas, Olimar and Louie were sitting at a small table near the kitchen area. While Louie realized Olimar was in an extremely bad mood, Louie tried to make conversation.
Louie is bad at picking topics.
The taller of the two Hocotations started with "So. . . Why are you so angry at me? Shouldn't you be glad to be back on the Pikmin planet? You should love being back, all those seminars on Dirigibugs, and all your theories about Man-at-Leg's unique evolutionary choices, you had a happy look in your eyes when you spoke of them."
At this, Olimar looked stunned. "You. . . went to my classes? I never noticed you. Does this mean you didn't hate me for leaving you on the planet by mistake? You didn't try to kill me with the Titan Dweevil?" He went over to Louie and hugged the blue explorer.
"Yes I went to one or two, during them you sometimes mentioned a sketchbook from the first time you were on the planet. Do you have it with you?" Louie suddenly asked, a strange look in his eyes.
"Yes, I do have it with me, but why do you need it? It is somewhere around here. Ah found it!" exclaimed Olimar, pulling a brown, old and ragged sketchpad out of an automatic cupboard, after searching for all of ten seconds. The cook grabbed it, and started flipping through it at an astonishing rate for a man who was wearing gloves.
"Wow, these are good drawings, and I like the entries with them. These sketches are so realistic!" he said as he flipped through. The red researcher, still wondering what brought this sudden train of action on, replied "Thank you, I made them very realistic, I even included a scale for size compared to me. One thing though, why the sudden interest?"
The other astronaut didn't reply, although he did continue flipping until he got to the end. "Is there an entry on that puffstool thing? I gotta know something, but I couldn't find its entry. " He said once he reached the end. Olimar pointed out that Louie would never have been able to glimpse anything on the pages at the speed he had been racing through. The taller man started over, more slowly. As he was about to pass the puffstool's entry, Olimar reached out a hand and yelled "Stop! You are there! That one is the Puffstool. Isn't that what you saw?"
Louie's eyes bulged and his mouth hung ajar. "That looks like a much larger version of what I saw, plus the one I saw was thinner and only as tall as up to the antennae on my spacesuit! This is not what I saw!"
It was then Olimar's turn to be rendered shell-shocked. "So, you saw a NEW subspecies of puffstool?! No wonder in your summary it had some differences in behavior then the one I observed." He turned to leave, then without turning back around, said to Louie, "Time to go to bed. Tomorrow we investigate. We need all the sleep we can get." Olimar then continued out of the room into the elevator to the sleeping quarters. Although Louie couldn't see Olimar's face, he knew one thing. Olimar had that smile on his face, the look in his eye. Just like when he was teaching the classes back on Hocotate.
Please R&R. I used some of the suggestions left by Water Dumple, as I take suggestions to improve my writing style very important. In case you can't tell, I sort of have this idea in my head of Louie being smarter then in other peoples fanfics.
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