Light from the sunset warmed the quiet room. The pirate gear that started the whole ordeal had long since been scattered and forgotten.
Kirby stood among the group of sleeping appliances, slightly irritated. Looking to his right, Blanky clung himself to Kirby while wrapping himself around Toaster. To his left, Lampy's body curled around Radio, head resting on the face of the slightly confounded (albeit irritated) vacuum. For a moment Kirby sat, eyes fixed forward in silence. Sighing, he closed his eyes.
"The things I do for you guys..." he thought, a smile forming at the edge of his mouth.
Slowly he drifted off, joining the only ones he would ever tolerate- his friends.
**Author's Note- Once I post the companion picture to my DA account, I'll link it here. Also, it's labeled as "SF #7" because it was part of a series of short fics (actually I called them s*** fics) that I wrote while in the hospital. Anyways, thank you for reading!**
