2 July 2015

If you're a bad author who NEVER UPDATES FANFCITIONS CLAP YOUR HANDS (clAP CLAP)
If you're a bad author who NEVER UPDATES FANFICTIONS CLAP YOUR HANDS (clAP CLAP)
IF YOU'RE A BAD AUTHOR WHO NEVER UPDATES FANFICTIONS AND YOU REALLY WANAN SHOW IT IF YOU'RE A BAD AUTHOR WHO NEVER UPDATES FANFICTIONS CLAP YOUR HANDS (CAP CLAP DUN_)

It's July 2015 and I am still writing 2013 on worksheets, I am moving a trillion times slower than a snail.

This was, again, intended to be a longer chapter but I split it up into two. Expect knights of low-grade easily-destroyed masks.
And this chapter is less of random trash to make up for the absolute trashiness for the next chapter.

17. Invasion

of a very sad ship.

So it started off like this:

"Hey, Kirby, what do you want to be when you grow up? Like, apart from a hero?"

"Dunno, really. Since I'm out kicking butt I don't really have anything else to be apart from a farmer. Limited jobs." A pause. "But I guess I wanted to be a pilot or a sailor or something like that."

The next was Bandana Dee's mistake. "Oh. Huh. A sailor, huh? Reminds me of Sailor Dee. You know, Meta Knight's crew.

And then a long stare.

"Bandana Dee, you're a genius when you're not getting picked on by flowers!" Kirby exclaimed, all elated and everything, kicking aside something he would call an MM. (Bandana Dee was initially confused at that, although he later guessed it stood for "Meta Minion". Hopefully.)

"You don't need to bring that up!" Bandana Dee snapped, guarding himself with his spear although there wasn't really anything to guard against, because Kirby was in front and leading and taking out all the trash.

"Yeah, I know! Last chapter business, and stuff." Kirby made a sound that Bandana Dee wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but it sounded like he was laughing through his nose. You know, if he had a nose. Bandana Dee got a brain failure whenever he thought about biology. "How did you know the Halbeard had landed, though? It's pretty useful! I could pilot a ship—"

"No, no you cannot!" Bandana Dee proceeded to create a strangled noise from his throat to display his disagreement. "And, uh, it's called the Halberd, not the Halbeard. I was on for watch-out duty and just noticed it was grounded there and... not doing anything."

Kirby seemed to just ignore Bandana Dee's explanation of his findings of the Halberd. Okay, not seemed to—he did ignore Bandana Dee. It got the waddle dee kind of pissed, and he huffed, but didn't say anything about it. After all, arguing with Kirby was like arguing with a pole. Never worked out.

"I have to be back in the castle in three hours," Bandana Dee warned, cautiously following Kirby.

Another snort. "Not like they even know if you're missing."

"It's still my responsibility."

"If all you're gonna do is hold your responsibilities, that's pretty crappy, you know. Like, it's boring. It's good to keep up with your responsa—responsibility and all, but like, these ones are redundant. You don't even get paid for half the work you're doing."

Although lighthearted, Bandana Dee grudgingly understood and accepted what Kirby meant. Sure, the puffball could (pretend to) be a huge idiot at times, but at least he made sense at other times to compensate.

Not like Bandana Dee would ever say that, of course, so instead, he just went with, "You're so irresponsible."

Kirby puffed his cheeks. "Rude," he replied indignantly, but Bandana Dee felt like he saw right through him.

"Why did you want to become a pilot?" Bandana Dee knew he was very smooth at changing topics. You don't have to say anything about it.

"Dunno! I wanted to become a bird when I was younger, actually—I still am young!—but like, he told me I couldn't, so I guess I looked at actual occupations instead."

A bird. "'He'?" Bandana Dee echoed, prompting Kirby for an answer.

"Yeah! And, you know, a pilot's the closest thing to being a bird. So, pilot. But swimming is cool too, so I don't mind being a sailor. Or a gardener!"

Kirby's avoid at Bandana Dee was pretty much obvious, but Bandana Dee was unfortunately sensitive, so he zipped his mouth on it. He was also incredibly awkward. And weird. No conversational skills whatsoever. Or at least, that's what he thought he was. He thought it was a pretty accurate description.

("Bandana Dee runs so far with his thoughts," Kirby snickers from behind the wall of fours.)

"Wait, a gardener?"

"It's a result from my love and hate of carnivorous plants."