13 July 2015
No update for 4 days.
Best Author Awards.
Also I'm not very motivated sooooo yes crap chapter.
22. Trip
of Floria with the intention of carnivorous things.
Bandana Dee hadn't seen Kirby in two weeks and he feared the worst.
"Kirby!" Bandana Dee exclaimed before he even flung open the door. When he did, he continued, "Sorry I haven't visited in a while, the castle got an attack of diarrhea and I wasn't a vic—"
Kirby was nowhere to be seen.
Blinking once, twice, Bandana Dee was positive his eyes were... uh, um—playing tricks on him. The interior was in its normal, messy order like it went to hell and back. You know, normal things. His bed, the only thing Kirby ever tried tidying, was sloppily made. Bob was—
"Achoo!" Bandana Dee sneezed.
Oops, wasn't expecting that.
Instinctively, he marched over to the tissue box, sneezed again, and ripped a sheet out and blew his nose. And sneezed again. Man, of all times his nose decided to act up. It wasn't cold, so must've been the dust—
"Oh, Band-Aid! Great thing you came! Nice timing. You can help me unpack my stuff."
Bandana Dee whipped around and decided that shrieking would be a very appropriate reaction to the mountain of suitcases behind the pink puffball.
"Kirby! Where on Pop Star did you—"
"Actually, I wasn't on Pop Star for the last week and a half!" Kirby cheered, dragging half of the monsters in with him. "I went to Floria to visit one of Bob's cousins, Cheesepoo. He's a carnivorous plant! I found out they don't like waddle dees. 'Tastes like rubber.'"
"'Cheesepoo'?"
"I know I've got fantastic naming skills, Band. You don't have to repeat it."
"No, it's—" Bandana Dee reminded himself the 'do not argue with Kirb' note. He shuffled over to Kirby's bed and plonked himself down on it while Kirby flipped open his suitcases and threw everything inside. "What did you do there? Apart from meeting... um. Cheesepoo."
Bouncing up from his work, Kirby frowned and tilted his head like he was actually putting some thought into it. Which was extremely rare, for those who haven't got any experience with Kirby. The only time he tried was when it was food-involved or world-saving-involved.
"Um... met Cheesepoo... I... got a lot of souvenirs?"
"Is that a slingshot? Do you even know how to use one?"
Kirby shrugged. "Dunno. It just looks pretty against the wall."
"You'll never use it, you know."
"What you just said is some sort of death flag, you know. I might just use it to defeat Dedede someday."