18 June 2015
Shorter chapter, because I am a lazy trash can.
07. Fixing
of something that didn't need to be fixed.
Bandana Dee wasn't there.
At Kirby's place, he meant.
And Kirby would've pretended to throw a tantrum if it weren't for the fact that some people were buying food from him, and customers were highly valued in his area. Besides, if Kirby threw a tantrum whenever he was by himself, he'd be having a tantrum every day. And how does one successfully take care of real crops when throwing a tantrum?
And anyway, he had something important to do.
Kirby closed his shop temporarily (or rather, spun the sign around so the words painted on it couldn't be seen) shut and locked the door because what he was going to do required immense concentration. It took as much concentration as you needed for a surgery. Which was as much as you needed to defeat the final boss on hard mode. Which is a lot.
After some ten minutes of slaving around, Kirby finally sighed, setting down the tape on a pile of books he still hadn't read yet. That was tiring. Maybe he'd have a sixty hour nap to compensate, or just eat everything he had in his small fridge. And microscopic cupboard. Or maybe not—it wasn't time to go grocery shopping yet.
Crawling up to his bed, Kirby cast one more look to the plastic plant, who had had its fallen leaf taped back on neatly.
"Well, g'night, Bob!"