29 July 2015
9 days.
Also look back at chapter 17 and see if you can link anything, haha.
24. Tea
of two perfectly completely normal whom I promise you are not weird in any way.
"I was joking when I said we should sit down and have tea with him," Bandana Dee quickly whispered into Kirby's ear, scooting his seat a little closer to the pink puffball's because the knight was glaring at the both of them like they had just cut up his favourite stuff toy.
"It's a good idea," Kirby replied, like he wasn't just having a friendly tea with a very unfriendly enemy. "I think he's happy that I was thoughtful and hardworking enough to set up a table on Nutty Noon, actually."
"...I have to be back in four hours..." Kirby didn't reply to Bandana Dee then and instead threw a biscuit into his own mouth.
The waddle dee cleared his throat, staring at Meta Knight, who was glaring back—okay, not really, he was glaring at Kirby, but it still wasn't anything warm or accepting. Although, that was probably to be expected. Meta Knight sure didn't seem like a person who was full of bear hugs and all. Or maybe he was, and he was just trying to act tough in front of everyone. Or something. Some typical Japenese stereotype that started with a tu—su—tsunami—something.
The three of them had plunged into a very typical, very awkward silence.
You know, except for Kirby somehow managing to loudly chew on his cookies.
Bandana Dee took a nervous sip of his tea and then, "So... em, Sir Meta Knight, you're not going to... uh, eat?"
"I don't see why you have to be so formal," Meta Knight replied bluntly. That just rubbed Bandana Dee the wrong way.
"I don't see why you have to be so rude about everything," the waddle dee shot back.
Meta Knight didn't say anything in return, but instead of glaring at Kirby, he now shifted it to Bandana Dee. The waddle dee airily returned it. If there wasn't some sort of bad-intentions-relationship between them before, there was now.
Kirby suddenly laughed through a mouthful of cookies.
"So this is what happens when you place two completely socially awkward people together!" he snorted. Bandana Dee cast him a completely blank look, while Meta Knight simply shifted his glare once again. "You two really need some lessons. We don't have time for that today, so instead—say, Meta, why exactly do you do your world-conquering weirdo thing?"
If it was meant to be an ice-breaker, it was a weird one—hadn't they discussed that before? Bandana Dee turned to look at Meta Knight, though he couldn't make out his expression. Stupid mask.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times—"
"Uh, no."
"—I have many rivals. If I conquer continents, it would be harder for them to strike."
"You're so boring," Kirby breezed like it wasn't an insult at all. "Though that's what you were like when you were a kid, last I saw, so I guess people don't change much."
Bandana Dee rocketed upright and nearly shoved over the whole table on the knight. "You knew Meta Knight?" he echoed, baffled.
"Yeah."
"You keep saying you don't know how his childhood was like! And—And, and you kept making insulting jokes out of it!"
"I was joking, Band-Aid. Duh. Are you that dumb?"
"No, I'm n—"
"Even if you find that it is boring," Meta Knight finally seethed, having watched their back-and-forth, "once I'm done, there will be no need for you, and you'll feel truly shamed to have thought of my careful plan in such a way."
Meanwhile, Bandana Dee's brain could not catch up and he just flopped backwards in his chair and stoned. Kirby laughed at balanced the waddle dee's teacup on his own foot.
"Band-Aid, do you need a band-aid?"
"Shut up," Bandana Dee called back. Sometimes he had backbone; sometimes he didn't. "Band-aids don't help my brain, you retarded... ugh, whatever, I can't think of any insults."
"Told you. You're all-bulliable and peace-loving." Bandana Dee did not respond. "Anyway, Meta, he said you were boring too, so I can't possibly be wrong."
"I never said you were wrong, and his opinions, as of now, do not matter—"
"Who is this 'he'?!" Bandana Dee burst out.
"It's dramatic irony, Band-Band..." Kirby explained, mocking sympathy. "We have to stick with it."
"First, that's not dramatic. The readers don't know too—did you just trick me into breaking that?!"
And then Bandana Dee sobbed for the next two hours and for the next two days he repeatedly called himself the Utter Failure at Following Instructions.