6 July 2015
Warning: I know nothing about Pop Star's geography I don't know where or what Dream Land is supposed to be I don't know whether there's more water in Nutty Noon or Cookie Country I don't know
Basically 90% of what I describe as Pop Star's geography is most likely trash-talking. Not canon. Never the geographical canon. Nononono.
(This is another one of those two-parters.)
19. Planning
of a swimming trip that's bound to be a failure the moment it was thought of.
Bandana Dee had his annual week off and Kirby all but jumped at the opportunity.
"We're going swimming!" Kirby yelped over the phone in what Bandana Dee assumed was glee and enthusiasm. Although once Bandana Dee heard that, he felt like he sank like a rock even though they were nowhere near water.
He hate swimming. No swimming. Oh, no, please—Kirby had coerced him into doing many things, but swimming had not come by, and Bandana Dee had hoped it would never come by. It wasn't anything big, really. Bandana Dee just had this natural fear of water that didn't really come from anywhere.
"What—no—I don't—I want to visit my relatives." It was a reasonable excuse, Bandana Dee would like to think. He didn't really see any of his relatives apart from his younger brother who worked in the castle too whom he saw about never. Plus, Bandana Dee did visit his parents over the annual week off, and Kirby most probably knew that. Though he only visited for three days. Bandana Dee hoped Kirby didn't know that.
Sniffles over the phone were heard, and then some shuffling, and then a laugh. "But you mum can only keep you for three days, right? So you have four free days, and then we're gonna go—"
Oh no. Oh no no no no no no.
Kirby was too clever for his own good—
Wait, no, that wasn't being clever! That was being a stalker! How did Kirby know? Bandana Dee hardly disclosed that kind of information to anybody!
Bandana Dee would've ground on his own teeth if he could confirm they existed. "Not just my parents, you know. My grandparents. Cousins. Others."
More shuffling. "Um, all your other relatives live on Floria."
"Do you have stalker cards in your house?!"
"Uh, no, it's the script. You know, for the chapter. For the sake of plot progression, because I'm not actually a stalker."
The waddle dee held his breath and contemplated hanging up and lying on his bed and moping about life for the next four hours. Yeah, that sounded nice. Then when he got back up he'd get himself a cup of heated iced lemonade.
Wait, no, that wasn't right—
"Anyway, I'll get those capsule js to pick you up whenever!"
"Kirby, no! Not them!"
Kirby scoffed and a final rustle of something was heard over the speaker. "They won't attack you. They say they don't like waddle dees. Or waddle doos. They like elemental stuff better."
"They're carnivorous?"
"Omnivorous, actually! See? It's better than my friendly big, big carnivorous plant picking you up, right?"