Alright, no messing around this time. I got all that out of the way last chapter. Time to get right into the action. And this one's gonna get LOOOOOOOOONG! You guys ready?
Smashers: YEAH!
Fox: It's about freakin' time!
Wow! Can't believe I've got everyone on board for this!
Marth: Well, everyone except Ganon.
*All Smashers turn to Ganon, who is pouting in the corner*
What's your problem?
Ganon: *grump face* Will someone be raped?
*Shrugs* Sort of…
*Samus tickles the back of Pit's neck**Pit shivers happily in response*
Ganon: *BOSS FACE* Let's do this.
Alright!
*Author hunches over laptop*
*All smashers huddle around*
Mario: Here we go!
*PREMEPTIVE WARNING: SUPER MEGA CAPTAIN FALCON BASHING AHEAD*
CF: Wait, what?
It was apparent that the dance would be an unforgettable night as soon as the seven sauntered through the front door. The Grand Hall had been decorated high-school style, which was a surprising accomplishment for a glove-like entity and his deranged relative that had never been to a school of any sorts in their entire lives. It was everything you would expect at a high school dance too: gaudy ribbons draped over nearly every inch of the ceiling and walls, as well as the massive supporting pillars lined on the circumference of the room, excluding a flashy poster that read: Congrats, Class of 1998! Master Hand had asked Crazy why he saw it fit to contribute that to the arrangement, and he had replied that it reminded him of his old friend Alfonsiz from his old band "Stellar and the Myrtles."
It was decided to leave it at that.
The refreshment table wasn't as elegant as it usually was whenever the Hands threw a ball. The dirty white, plastic-clothed folding table may have appeared unappetizing from a distance, but if you gave it chance, you would find that all the Smasher's favorite eats were present. Kirby had outdone himself in such a short time.
Snake of all people was up at the DJ stand, looking as soldiery as ever, but accenting his look with a pair of super expensive headphones that probably served no purpose in the first place. Many of the Smashers were already out on the floor.
The atmosphere itself was different. It was unusually muggy in the expansive hall, the humidity holding hands with a foul-scented heat as if they had come as a couple as well. It wasn't really the most comfortable setting.
It was just like a high school dance, which was exactly what Crazy Hand wanted. Everyone else would have to either suck it up or get falcon punched.
After taking everything in, the seven advanced through the doorway, and were frozen in their tracks by…
…was Bowser in a tuxedo?
Sure enough, by looking a bit closer, they found the great Koopa King leaning up against the wall by the door, everything except his shell enveloped in a stark, white suit. His fiery eyes snapped up at them.
"What're you looking at?"
Link took a step forward, a witty comeback already cocked, loaded, and ready to go.
"Oh, I'm sorry. We thought you were Bowser. You must be his long-lost brother, Bouncer!"
He about died at his own joke.
Flames danced between the beast's teeth as he snarled indignantly. Link calmed down.
"I wasn't really in a partying mood, so Master Hand put me up to this. Of course, I might feel like dancing, given there's someone to go with me…"
He wiggled his bushy eyebrows at Peach, who scoffed and turned her gaze away.
Bowser roared with laughter. Or maybe it was just a roar.
"Never gonna change, are you princess? Don't worry, you'll come to your senses soon enough."
She shuffled uncomfortably away. The group trailed behind.
Link and Zelda were the first to split off. As soon as "Here in Your Arms" by Hellogoodbye started playing, the Hero of Time grabbed his date's hand and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her aside the others. She began to blush as he whispered to her:
"Come on, my sweet little princess. We've got the whole night ahead of us. Time to get started."
With that, the pair disappeared into the crowd, followed by the widened eyes of Pit, Ike, Marth, and Peach.
"Dang…" the mercenary stated, "…he works fast…"
"I wouldn't expect anything less from someone who could come here with his getup and not feel ashamed in the slightest. He must truly have the Triforce of Courage." Pit replied.
"Still…" Peach cooed, wrapping her arms around Ike's chest, "they make a good point. Let's dance, Ikey-boo."
Ike raised his eyebrows to the angel and the prince as Peach happily dragged him away. They gave him thumbs ups in response.
After a few seconds, Marth spoke up.
"If you need me, I'll be by the refreshment table."
He started to walk away, but suddenly stopped. He turned his head, glanced at Pit, then to Samus, then back at Pit.
"Er…yeah. Good luck with… that."
Pit knew exactly what that meant. He gave Marth a look that read: NO! WAIT! DON"T LEAVE ME!
The prince merely shrugged indifferently and strolled away.
Pit was dead quiet. He didn't dare even glance at the goddess standing above him. He fidgeted awkwardly with his cuffs, while Samus seemed to edge closer and closer to his side. No, she didn't seem like it, she WAS. She was growing nearer by the second. The trembling little angel didn't know how to react. Before he could even evaluate the situation, the sweet skin of her exposed shoulder was millimeters from his face. His face detonated with blush.
A surge of paralyzing energy shot through Pit's spine as Samus wormed her arm around his shoulders. His breathing intensified as her fingers playfully fiddled with his suit fabric. He didn't resist, but found it as quite a surprise, as she began to draw him towards her, gently but firmly. Samus's breathing became much slower, while Pit's skyrocketed. Gradually, he mustered up the courage to gaze up at her face.
Samus's eyes were already dead set on him. The end of her tongue was pinched hungrily between her snowy white teeth. She was blushing. Hard.
If Pit stood there for a second longer, he might have had a stroke. Quivering he pushed himself out of her tender, affectionate embrace and staggered a few steps back, like he was recovering from a punch in the chest.
Samus appeared wounded.
"Pit… is something wrong?"
He nearly smacked himself upside the head. What the hell was he DOING?!
"N-no…i-it's just…I…I need something to drink, that's all. Be right back…"
He scrambled away. Samus sighed.
Pit's trembling little hands could hardly get the punch to pour into his cup. Leaning off the refreshment table, he heaved a vast breath and tried to calm himself down. She was driving him senseless. He had no idea how to act around her or how to even address her. How was he ever going to ask her to dance, if even at all? What would she say? What if she turned him down, how much of a f-
His solo cup slipped in his shaking palm and spilled punch all down the front of his suit.
He groaned.
"Nice."
A motherly voice caught his attention.
"You really are clueless as to how this stuff works, aren't you?"
He turned his head sharply, embarrassed that someone had actually seen him goof, and was soothed to only find Peach and Zelda. He glanced curiously around them.
"Where are Link and Ike?"
Peach seemed annoyed.
"Wow, thanks Pit! It's not like we wanted to help you or anything! No, let's go find him some playmates instead! Come on Zellie, that sounds like a great-"
"Peach, please," Zelda snapped, "have a little patience. He's not having the best of nights."
Pit cocked his head.
"What do you mean? I'm having a…great…time…" His gaze slunk to the floor, obviously implying that what he said wasn't true.
Zelda rubbed his shoulder.
"Sweetie, we've all been watching you. You and Samus are the only ones here not having a good time. It's kind of a painful sight."
Pit flushed.
"Zelda, what am I supposed to do?! I can hardly even speak when I get around her. I can't think, I can barely breathe, and I can't even walk straight! How the hell am I even going to ask her to dance?!"
She sighed.
"That's love, hun. Samus may seem more in control about the situation, but she's just as crazy about you."
Pit's expression lightened up just a little.
"…really?"
Peach grinned.
"Totally. She's always going on and on about your eyes, and how she wants nothing more to run her fingers through your wings, and how you're the cutest thing she's ever seen, besides Pikachu…"
The angel cautiously smiled.
"You're…you're not just messing with me, are you?"
Zelda beamed.
"No, sweetie. Not at all. She really likes you. A lot more than most people around here."
Peach rubbed her neck where Samus had grabbed it about a half-hour earlier.
"A whole lot more." She muttered.
Zelda leaned in just a tiny bit.
"Do you like her?"
Pit sighed dreamily.
"…more than anything…"
"Then you have nothing to worry about! It'll all work out in the end, you just have to have the courage to make the first move."
Pit's cheery grin slowly faded.
"But, I don't think I can… I mean, she's just so… perfect…"
Zelda sighed.
"Look at her, Pit."
Instinctively, the angel glanced across the hall, spying his utterly flawless date, hunched over in a folding chair, holding her head up with one arm. She looked positively BORED.
And it was all his fault.
Zelda spoke.
"You better act fast, Pit, or else she might leave. You're leaving her out of all the fun. Don't do that to her. She doesn't deserve it, does she?"
Pit couldn't take her eyes off her. He was frozen with shame.
"…no…she doesn't…"
Zelda bopped him on the head.
"Then go make a move, dummy!"
Pit couldn't move.
"B-but-"
Peach grinned mischievously.
"Don't you worry about that, sweetie. We and the guys came up with a plan in case you were too much of a chicken to ask her to dance…and guess what? You were!"
She produced a walkie-talkie out of freaking nowhere and started barking orders into it.
"Peachy-Keen and Glitter Girl calling General Glam, Blue Blood and Blazing Blade, do you read? Hypothesis has been confirmed. Subject is too much of a chicken to ask her to dance. You may proceed with the operation."
A crackling voice emanated from the radio.
Those are literally THE STUPIDEST codenames ever…
"Just get on with it! The poor kid needs a hand!"
Right. We're already on it. Our "guest" is already tied up.
Pit's eyes grew huge. Quickly he scanned the room for anyone missing.
All was well on the dancefloor, except for the absence of Link, Marth, and Ike…
…wait a minute…where was Snake?
Sure enough, the DJ stand had been completely deserted. Pit's gaze slowly turned to Peach, wide-eyed and terrified.
"W…what did you guys do to Snake?"
Some muffled shouting could be heard on the other end of the line, followed by a concussive thump, then silence.
Scratch that. The voice returned. Our guest's gone to bed for the evening.
Peach giggled madly.
"Excellent! You may proceed with Phase Two!"
Roger. We'll get right- Link, I said no markers! Leave his face alone!
The line cut out.
Both princesses flashed big, toothy grins before grabbing Pit by his arms. They started to drag him in Samus's direction, causing him to panic.
"WAIT WAIT GUYS WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?! WHAT HAPPENED TO SNAKE?! WHAT'RE YOU GONNA MAKE ME DO?!"
Peach's smile grew much larger and much more sinister.
"Oh… you'll see…"
"Just ask her to dance!" Zelda yelled over the increasing noise of the dance. "Remember what we talked about! You'll be fine!"
Pit squirmed around in the two fangirl princesses' arms.
"NO! P-P-PLEASE! I-I CAN'T DO IT!"
Too late. By the time his pleas had reached their ears, they had already plopped him at the feet of Samus Aran, who was, surprised, to say the least.
"Um…something you want to explain?" She stated confusedly, glancing from the terrified angel to Peach and Zelda, who were scurrying away.
Pit stumbled awkwardly to his feet.
"Uh, i-it's…i-i-it's…um…"
She frowned as he turned his gaze away, flaming with blush.
He took a deep breath.
Alright, here we go. I can do this. No worries, right?
Samus sighed exhaustedly.
That's it. If he's not going to ask me to dance, then I'm outta here.
She stood to leave just as he turned around to speak. They both froze.
Pit began to stammer.
"Uh…er…Samus…"
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Yes, Pit?"
He extended a shaky hand, like it could get chopped off it he made a wrong move.
"Would…w-would you l-like to dance?"
She didn't reply immediately. Her heart wouldn't allow it. She was screaming with joy on the inside, keeping her outer voice silent. And so Pit stood there, feeling like a complete idiot, permitting his trembling hand to stay suspended in front of her.
Eventually, she placed her lusciously soft palm in his.
"Sure. I'd…I'd love to."
Pit's face lit up. Squeezing her hand a good deal more than he probably should have, he eagerly led her out onto the dancefloor, catching the attention of most of the Smashers.
Two of those Smashers were Peach and Zelda. Peach switched on her walkie-talkie.
"Alright guys, Romeo and Juliet are in the courtyard. You may proceed with the operation."
Peach, honesty, this isn't the military. Give it a rest already.
"Oh, just shut up and get on with it."
…yes ma'am.
Pit may as well of had Parkinson's disease as his hand gently slipped around Samus's slender waist. Her arm slithered up around his shoulders, causing him to take a sharp breath as the silky skin made contact with his exposed neck. His pupils shook in their sapphire cradles as his eyes fixated onto hers. The angel finally overcame his inhibitions, much to the huntress's joy, and they began to dance, accompanied by the remaining half of the song: "Love Somebody" by Maroon 5.
It carried on like that for a little bit. The lovestruck pair drew nearer and nearer towards each other as the song progressed, soon becoming more of a swiveling hug then a dance. Pit couldn't speak, think, or even breathe as he melted into Samus's tender hold, allowing her to cradle him like a newborn. She sighed blissfully as his wings slowly draped around them, denying her any escape. She rested her head on top of his as he simply leaned into her, sealing the stance as an embrace. Both gradually shut their eyes. They were officially inseparable.
Pit knew something was wrong the second he opened his eyes again, spying Link, Ike, and Marth running the DJ booth in Snake's place. They all had their absolute best troll faces on.
Oh no…Pit thought, what have they got planned for me now?
Instantly they went to work. Motioning Ike to the supply closet and Link to his side, Marth reached under the DJ stand and pulled out a CD. He blew the dust off of it and waved it at Pit.
Even from a distance, the angel's keen eyes could depict a miniscule, hot-pink heart scribbled on the disk. Pit gulped.
Samus opened her eyes and furrowed her brow.
"Something wrong?"
He hurriedly shook his head.
"N-NO! N-nothing's…"
Ike returned from the supply closet, clasping some heart-shaped, rose-colored shard of glass mischievously in his massive hands. Silently he handed it to Link, who whipped out a clawshot and ziplined up to one of the Grand Hall's main spotlights. Once situated, he nodded to Ike.
The mercenary had already stationed himself by the circuit box. After returning the nod to Link and passing one to Marth, he jerked the case open and flipped several of the switches into the "off" position.
Instantly the lights cut out. "Treasure" by Bruno Mars slowly grinded to a halt. Nothing moved for a few moments.
The spotlight Link was resting on suddenly burst on. The Hero of Time had nestled the heart-shaped covering over the spotlight, casting a blush-tinted ray down onto the dance floor, fashioned to look like a heart.
Pit had figured out Zelda's plan before anyone could even blink. Rose-colored light flooded down on both him and Samus, who appeared equally surprised. The surrounding Smashers all took a few giant steps back, clearing the floor. They knew what was about to go down.
The angel's skin color was about the same shade as the spotlight directed on them.
"Pit…" Samus murmured, "…what's going on…?"
"…I…"
Unseen in the darkness, Marth flipped the CD in his hands and slowly inserted it into the Hall's main stereo system…
"You're Beautiful" by James Blunt nearly made the angel jump out of his skin as it faded in from nowhere.
A collective "awwwwwwwww" hit the room.
Pit scowled up at Link, who simply sneered and gestured the angel forward.
"Pit…" Samus's heavenly voice snapped him back to reality. She sounded almost hurt.
The angel's gaze fell to his huntress as the lyrics started up…
My life is brilliant…
She was perfect. More so than anything his immortal eyes had ever seen.
My life is brilliant…my love is pure…
Her dress shimmered in the downcast light, torching his eyes with her flawless shape and brilliant radiance, like she was the one emanating it.
I saw an angel…of that I'm sure…
The tiniest hint of a smile touched the edges of her faultless, cherry lips, like she was silently communicating that everything was alright.
She smiled at me on the subway…she was with another man…
She extended her hand, appearing like a goddess before him, and quietly asked for this dance. Pit, almost subconsciously, like his body had moved on its own, placed a hand in hers.
But I won't lose no, sleep on that, because I've got a plan…
And they danced.
You're beautiful…you're beautiful…you're beautiful, it's true…
The Smashers cheered.
I saw your face…in a crowded place…and I don't know what to do…
The blush in Pit's cheeks receded. He sighed happily. Finally, he simply relaxed and allowed himself to grow lost in the sweet song and the depth of Samus's gaze…
...because I'll never be with you…
The couple slowly ceased their movements as the song faded out. Neither moved. No new song began to play. They could only stand there, glimmering rays of rose raining down over their heads. None of the Smashers dared make a sound. Everyone tensed, expectant of something that they all knew was to come.
Massive cheers rang out in the Grand Hall as Pit and Samus brought their lips together for a short-lived, but powerful kiss.
Link descended silently from his perch and fist-bumped Ike and Marth.
The prince and the mercenary worked quickly, rejuvenating the dance as the lights flared on again, and Ke$ha's "Die Young" exploded out of the stereo. Samus and Pit parted wistfully as the floor was invaded, and soon enough, they joined in as well.
The night charged on. Every Smasher, even Bowser for a song or too, danced either like a street professional or a complete lunatic after everything had gotten back up to speed. After a few songs, the lights went out again, but were swiftly replaced by the glowsticks sneakily distributed through the crowd. "Good Time" by Owl City and Carly Rae Jepsen pulsed through the air as the hall flourished with the sound of a hundred sticks cracking and then a wave of neon green iridescence. Pit thought that was too mainstream, and instead lit up the Wings of Pegasus, treating everyone in the room to a swift skydance and a flurry of glittering feathers.
After "All Star" by Smash Mouth had drawn to a close, Link and Zelda had retreated to the folding chairs lined along the walls.
The both of them flopped down, panting exhaustedly.
"Man," Link gasped, "this isn't like the usual dances we have here in the slightest!"
"I agree," Zelda replied, "it's a whole lot more active! Some of them are still going!"
She gestured out onto the floor, mainly to Marth, who was showing off break-dancing skills that rivaled Sonic's.
Link groaned and shook his head.
"I didn't even know he had that in him."
Zelda chuckled. Amusedly, she scanned the room for anyone else who was putting on an interesting show.
"Hey, wait…" She said in a worried tone, "where are Pit and Samus?"
"What about me?"
Zelda jumped and swiveled her head to find the angel relaxing on the chair beside her, a cup of punch in his hands.
"Whoa, sorry there. Didn't mean to surprise you."
Link smiled mockingly.
"Well, you seem to be in a much better mood. From that look you gave me earlier, I thought for sure you were ready to go on a mass murdering spree!"
Pit rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever…"
"So where's Samus?" Zelda asked. Pit glanced up.
"I think she broke a heel, so she went and sat down somewhere. I don't know w- oh! There she is." He pointed a finger across the hall, pointing out the scarlet-clad huntress on the other side of the floor, who was sealing up her broken heel with… was that a laser pen? Zelda sighed. That was Samus alright.
A particular movement in the crowd caught the princess's attention. Turning her head, she spotted none other than Captain Falcon, pushing through the dancing collection of Smashers and making his way to the huntress. As he arrived at the blonde's feet, he struck up what appeared to be a one-sided conversation with a seemingly less-than-interested Samus. Zelda furrowed her brow.
"Hey, Pit, are you seeing-" She stopped.
The angel was already halfway across the floor.
"Ohhhh, no…" Link muttered. "Stuff's about to go down…"
"Honestly, Samus, all I'm saying is that he's not good enough for you."
Samus was fuming. First, she had broken her freaking heel and nearly tripped over Pit, so she was rendered out of commission for a good chunk of the dance while she tried to patch herself up, and while she was vulnerable, THIS meat-headed idiot had decided to stroll over and tell her that her choice in boyfriends was subpar at best. She really would like nothing more than to simply smack him upside the head.
"You're one to talk, Falcon. I don't think I've ever seen you pick up a girl…well, one that hasn't dumped you within the first week, that is." She grinned as she saw the sting in her words shoot the pilot's ego in the leg. He scowled.
"You have to admit, though, that he's a little…er…underage…for someone like you."
Samus snarled back.
"WOW, you're clueless. For your information, Pit's well over thousands of years old."
"So, what…" He retorted, "you're dating a pedophile?"
Samus turned as crimson as her dress with rage.
"It's not like that! He's…I…" For once, she found herself without a sharp comeback to fall back on. All she could do was glare irately at the captain's smug face.
He chortled.
"Well, when you change your mind, which I know you will, give me a-"
"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"
The huntress jumped and the pilot groaned as Pit poked his head into their conversation.
Falcon turned his head in the most condescendingly blunt way possible.
"Speak of the devil…" He muttered.
"I heard that." Pit snapped. "And I'm an angel, mind you. Now, don't be shy, I'd like to be let in on this conversation."
Falcon regurgitated a dastardly chuckle.
"Oh, nothing much, Samus was just talking about how you dance like a one-legged chicken. She's right, of course."
Pit flushed. Samus waved her hands frantically.
"N-NO! T-that's not true!"
"S-Samus…?"
Falcon laughed again. He leaned over and fiddled disgustedly with Pit's delicate hair.
"Come on, kid, wake up, you're dating WAY too far out of your league. Let someone who actually has a shot step up. You're just gonna end up getting hurt anyway, you may as well quit while you're ahead."
Pit's gaze slunk to the floor in humiliation. No matter how much he hated to admit it, Falcon was right. Samus could have had any guy she wanted, or multiple at once, but she instead chose him. Maybe he was tying her down.
Samus hurried to explain.
"P-Pit, no! Don't listen to him! None of that's true at all!"
Falcon shrugged.
"Don't be so sure. I mean, come on, kid, you had your little moment in the sun, but now it's time to back down before you get your heart broken."
He swooped down like a ravenous, well, falcon, and grabbed Samus by the arm.
"Hey! Let me go!" The huntress was usually able to take Falcon in a stand-up fight, but here she wasn't in the flexible fabric of her Zero Suit. Here she was restricted by the limits of a flashy, not-all-that-conservative scarlet party dress, and too much motion might have shown off something that she would usually want to keep under wraps. It was up to Pit now.
"Well? You going to stop me kid? Or are you finally coming to your senses?"
Pit didn't move. He could only keep his gaze fixed on the glossy, marble floor under his feet.
Falcon nodded.
"Smart kid."
Falcon began to stroll away, dragging the huntress behind.
Pit clenched his fists.
"…stop…"
The pilot froze. He slowly turned his head.
"What was that?"
Pit's gaze shot up, a livid flame burning in his otherworldly eyes.
"I said stop."
Falcon scoffed.
"Well? What're you gonna do about it, kid? You gonna fight me?"
Fatal choice of words.
Without so much as putting a thought into his motions, Pit had rushed forward and placed a mighty blow square into Falcon's jaw, sending him flying across the room and into the opposite wall.
CRASH!
"I will if I have to."
DUN DUN DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Yeah, I'll think I'll cut it off here. Just to keep all you guys in suspense. HAHAHAHAHA AHA HA HA HA…ha…ah...yeah…I'm a terrible person.
Seriously, though, the chapter was getting pretty long. 4500+ words is where I start to draw the line, and this one's already pushing the limit.
Dear RedheadRenegade,
I hope your enjoying your dance idea so far. Admitted, I had to change up a few things, but I hope you still liked it. I plan on following up with the rest of the idea after I get this fight out of the way.
In other news, yeah, Captain Falcon bashing. I really don't like him.
In case you were wondering, Parkinson's disease is a condition that causes your hands to shake violently. Makes sense in poor Pit's condition, no?
All the songs that I mentioned in this chapter were what I was listening to when I was writing this story. You can use those songs and evaluate whether or not you like my style of music.
And while I'm on music, I hope you all realize that having a songfic section of the chapter is an absolute necessity when writing a story about a dance. I hope I pulled it off. BTW, if you were going to look for "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt for WHATEVER reason, MAKE ABSOLUTELY SURE THAT YOU GET THE "RADIO EDIT" VERSION, not the "clean version." Don't ask why, just do.
And come on, I can't be the only one who absolutely DESPISES the terrible music that people play at school dances today. Y'know, where like 97% of it is (if you like it then good for you) some dreadful rap music that hurts my ears and makes people try convince me to "slut train" with them, in response to which I just kinda shuffle nonchalantly out the door, run home and bury my troubles in Fall Out Boy, ACDC, Green Day, Breaking Benjamin, and Maroon 5.
Crazy Hand's band, Stellar and the Myrtles, was complete garbage that just popped off the top of my head. The name "Alfonsiz" was my sister's idea.
If you want to hear Pit verbally say: "You're…you're not just messing with me, are you?" go look up chapter 14 of Kid Icarus Uprising. I'd advise the walkthrough by bdcool213. Dat's the one I watched.
Other than that, I hope you all have enjoyed the first half of the dance! The next half is soon to come!
Something to keep in mind: The more reviews you guys leave, the faster I write! (We just broke 100 reviews on this story, by the way…)
Be sure to check out my other new story: The Kind-Hearted E.T! (Just in case you guys weren't sick of Pit X Samus by now...)
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Try not to get trampled on Black Friday!
-Mohawkman2233
*stares at Captain Falcon*
*he stares back*
*both stare at each other for hours*
…I really don't like you…
