19 June 2015
"This is a terrible stereotype I should never write it—"
I went really far with that thought, as you can see. Reeeaaaally far. Really!
08. Breaking
of something that is very commonly broken.
Kirby, once again, was at it.
You know, floating in the ocean like it wasn't a big deal and maybe floating to this island with an unknown tribe and then Kirby would have to either run away or single-handedly trounce all of them and then run away.
And Bandana Dee, head rife with thoughts of sharks and orcas and submerged carnivorous plants, had the sudden urge to coax Kirby into getting back on land. (Even though he couldn't. He still felt better knowing he tried, at least.)
"Tell the Great King I've got diarrhea!" Bandana Dee alerted the other waddle dee in the kitchen, and then bounced out of the window.
The other waddle dee stared out of the window. Then he shrugged, returning to the fridge.
Bandana Dee was glad he'd been on the second floor, because it meant a shorter journey. Less seconds of Kirby in danger. He snatched a ring float from one of the outdoor stands and sped towards the pink dot in the ocean.
Kirby didn't move much, but when Bandana Dee reached him, he had a very amused expression. "Hi," he greeted plainly, submerging half of his face for a moment to blow some bubbles. "Why're you speeding towards me at the speed of sound?"
"To get you to sleep where you're not targeted by things," Bandana Dee huffed. "Also, thank you for complimenting my speed."
"'Compliment'? Nah. That's kind of slow since I eat at mach fifty." Kirby waved it off, ignoring the more important bit Bandana Dee had mentioned.
"Liar," Bandana Dee sniffed. "Anyway, let's get back onto land first." Then he tugged on the pink puffball's wrist, and Kirby instinctively backflipped, breaking Bandana Dee's grip. "Ugh. Why are you so difficult to deal with?"
"Oh, you know, when I had my file selected, I chose easy mode! Oh, wait, but the games with my namesake don't really have modes, do they? Mm..." Kirby proceeded to blow bubbles underwater, frowning thoughtfully. Or what appeared to be thoughtfully. One may never know.
Bandana Dee whapped Kirby on the head. "Don't do that," he warned, sounding more scared than threatening. "There are great tales of what happens when one destroys that."
Kirby whined, puffing his cheeks childishly. "You can't tell me not to! It's like... It's like the hole. In a doughnut. You can't just tell me to eat around it."
"I don't know whether I should sigh or be impressed at the fact that most of your analogies are food-related."
"You should be impressed. It's a skill."