13 June 2015
Also do not mind the fact that the Kirbys in all my fics are like different. Yeah. Do not do the mind.
The one from the Minion project will always be my favourite tho.
I have (attempted to) give this Kirby a more childish personality (though still good. all kirbs are good. that fact will never change.) though that will probably be easier to see once I kick Dedede/Meta Knight in. Somewhere. Someday.
02. Sleeping
of the same Kirby who has taken a liking to napping in large bodies of water.
After any rescue of sort, Kirby got tired.
Really tired. Travelling around the world or worlds just to receive the news that some backstabbing piece of something decided to lengthen Kirby's adventure was time-consuming, energy-consuming, enemy-consuming, patience-consuming, &c, &c.
"Then he should go back to his house and rest, then." Yeah, no. His house was in a more secluded area dubbed Nowhereville by the locals because of how little people resided there. Because it was so far away. From everything.
"Um... Kirby," the bandana-toting waddle dee coughed, balancing on his float precariously, "if... if you need transport home, I could get a nice group of waddle dees to carry you back there."
Kirby, who apparently did not need a float, cracked open an eye and started at Bandana Dee, before pushing himself upwards so that he was floating upright. "Ooh! Like a crowd surf?"
"Yes... well, no, well—it's not really a crowd." Bandana Dee winced. "But it's better than sleeping out in the ocean, you know. I mean, there are sharks."
Kirby produced a sound of a mixture of a snort and a puffball drowning. "I thought you'd prefer me being eaten by a shark? You're a minion, after all. A lot of the minions are meanies."
Even though Bandana Dee was a castle minion, and Kirby had basically eaten Bandana Dee once, Bandana Dee still found himself befriending Kirby after the pink puffball saved him from a tree. They had a talk after that and Bandana Dee discovered Kirby was not the monstrous children-eating ogre he once thought the small puffball was.
Yes, a tree. Yes, it sounded pathetic. Bandana Dee most preferred if no one rubbed it in his face.
Whenever possible, though, Bandana Dee escaped from the castle briefly to pay Kirby a visit. Kirby was hard to find, at first, but Bandana Dee eventually found all the spots Kirby often visited—his home, (napping) in the ocean, on the roof of the police office in the village... a lot of places.
"I don't want you eaten by a shark," Bandana Dee reassured quickly. If Kirby had any, he would've quirked a brow. "Why don't you sleep somewhere else safer? Like the village gardens, or something."
"There are carnivorous plants in the garden." And with that, Kirby tipped back over and resumed attempting to have some shut-eye time.
Bandana Dee didn't recall any carnivorous plants in the village, though. "Sleep beside them. Away from them."
"Then someone will kick me into them and I will be eaten alive by a bunch of carnivorous plants."
"What? No, no one's going to do that, Kirby."
Sighing deliberately loudly, Kirby turned and flopped to the other side, submerging his face in the water. "Blrb blith bliping blherb."