20 June 2015
This is... kind of trash. Because I'm tired. And tired people usually don't do things well.
09. Infiltration
of a room of poor security.
Ah, it felt good to be in his room alone.
Away from a certain food-obsessed pink puffball.
Bandana Dee wasn't saying he didn't enjoy Kirby's presence, but Kirby, in a phrase, was a ball of energy. He almost never tired out. And when he did, even when he was floating on top of water and trying to get some sleep, he still managed to somehow sass Bandana Dee out of everything.
So that day, he wouldn't be visiting Kirby.
Crawling onto the bed, Bandana Dee propped himself sideways and closed his eyes, prepared for some well-deserved sleep.
"Hey!"
Something barreled straight into him, and Bandana Dee choked out a shriek of some sort as he tumbled onto the floor with the infiltrator—oh god, infiltrator? There was an infiltrator?! Why?! This had never happened before!
His nerves were a wreck, and he blindly grabbed his spear that was propped up against his bed, then threw—
The infiltrator crashed something into Bandana Dee's face, and it didn't slide off—it remained solid, covering his vision.
"That is a terrible greeting to your only friend who floated up six storeys just to see your ungrateful rear," the supposed "infiltrator" scoffed, and Bandana Dee's vision cleared again. Oh. It was Kirby's foot. ...Ugh, gross.
"Kirby, why are you... okay, never mind, I won't ask. Use the front door next time!" Bandana Dee cried exasperatedly, before sighing and placing his spear back into its original position.
"You have a small room, Band-Aid," Kirby pointed out, magically teleporting to Bandana Dee's terribly small tale and poking at the stationery placed on it. "It's smaller than mine. But it's neater."
I don't think anything could be less neat than your room. "Of course it's small," Bandana Dee scoffed, leaping onto his bed once again. Kirby mimicked his actions, and he rolled his eyes. "Minions don't usually get their own rooms, but I'm a commanding officer, so—"
"Really?! You're a commanding officer?" Kirby gasped, clapping his hands dramatically, making a big show out of it. "Wow! Good for you, Bandana Dee! I never knew you had it in you!"
"Thanks," Bandana Dee ground out. "Anyway, I wanted to rest for a bit, so can you give me some peace?"
Kirby grinned, leaping off the bed and onto the small stool. Bandana Dee expected an instant negative respond.
"Okay!" the pink puffball mock-saluted, before curling up (somehow) on the stool and closing his own eyes.
...Well, Kirby at least did respect Bandana Dee's opinions. Sometimes. Kirby wasn't really rude, just not the most... eloquent (?) when doing things.
He would've been more polite if he hadn't taken a nap in Bandana Dee's room.