30 June 2015
No update for two days? WHy? hOw?
Because.
I may or may not do double/triple update. It depends.
16. Bullying
of an enemy that really didn't deserve that fate.
"He's a bully."
"Oh my goodness!" Kirby gasped in mock shock, lifting his hands from where he was knitting to cover his mouth. "The all-bulliable, peace-loving Bandana Dee has had an encounter with a bully! Oh, stars, whatever shall we do? Quick, child, pray to the gods that our deaths will be swift and painless!"
"Kirby," Bandana Dee scoffed, folding his arms. "Okay, no, he's not a bully. He's just... annoying. A nuisance. I just wanna get back at him for all the times he's annoyed me. But I haven't fallen into depression and started chopping my arms off. Not yet."
The pink puffball dropped his hands, resuming his knitting. "Erm, 'kay. That's a good thought for you and all, Band-Aid. Go get back at him!"
Hesitantly, Bandana Dee shook his head. Kirby didn't seem to be interested in that action, humming and focusing on his pink and white... thing.
"Um, I'm no good at bullying," Bandana Dee finally said lamely.
Choking like it was a very surprising piece of news, Kirby narrowed his eyes at the waddle dee who sat on the grass idly. "You. No good at bullying. Ah, well, I should have expected that. Bulliable people tend to not dabble in areas of self-defence."
"Bullying is not a form of self-defence," Bandana Dee defended. "Anyway, I don't really, um, want to bully him. Like... just annoy him. Piss him off. But nothing serious. And no taking of lunch money or whatever."
Kirby's eyes could've practically sparkled. "And, and, and! You're asking me, Band-Aid? I feel really honoured!"
"Really sounds like you are," Bandana Dee said sarcastically.
"I am! ...But it's a flower we're talking about here, right?"
Saying that, Bandana Dee felt like he died a little more inside. I mean, that sounded pathetic. Walk up to one of your quite-close friends and tell them, "I'm being picked on by a talking flower, and it's not a carnivorous plant." You would feel quite like a bully freebie. Really.
"It's a talking flower," Bandana Dee corrected.
"Oh! One of those... um, it's called a 'lovely', right?"
A lovely. A flower by the species name of lovely which was picking on you. Bandana Dee's ego would need more than a couple of band-aids to be fixed.
...
Oh. No.
Did he just say that?
"If it's a lovely," Kirby said, completely ignoring Bandana Dee, who was in another one of those inner wars of self-destruction, "then I know what really pisses them off! They don't like spicy things. Peppery things. Hot things. Those kinds of stuff."
The waddle dee blinked. If flowers-things hated those sort of things... that wasn't really surprising, right? Bandana Dee didn't really like those himself. (He was not a plant, though. Never.)
"So? Um, what do you suggest?"
Kirby leaned over, seemingly thoughtful, not caring about his half-knitted... object thing.
"I think I have some wasabi..? And ghost peppers, that'll do. Oh, mustard—they hate mustard. Dunno why, but mustard it is. So, you see, those flowers actually have noses, but it's really weird. Their noses are on their stalks. So, let's just stick mustard and wasabi up their noses, and throw ghost peppers into their mouth, and—"
Bandana Dee was henceforth convinced Kirby was a secret terrorist.