8 August 2015

official hiatus tim

my keyboard sort of kind of did a. thing. a bad thing. and you have to press the shift key and the 11 key really hard and sometimes annoying double lettters pop up because of that.

25. Friendly Chat

of a very awkward trio which comprised three not-actually-a-trio-member members.

"Great King," a waddle doo yawned, opening the door without even a knock. And it was two in the morning! (Not that it mattered, since he was still up eating and flipping through cartoons.) "Kirby's here... Why weren't you in your bedroom? Geez..."

"You don't get to say anything about whether I'm in my bedroom or my throne room!" Dedede snapped.

"Mm-hm..."

"So, why did you come here?"

The waddle doo glared over at Dedede exasperatedly. How rude. He would send this one to a manner course... "Kirby's here. Invading... again. His invasions have been much more frequent... did something happen?"

"His invasions have been much more frequent." Hm, smart-sounding line. He'd save that for some time. Dedede cleared his throat and rolled his eyes, before the weight of the waddle doo's words finally crashed down on him.

"Why is Kirby here?!"

"...I asked if—"

"Prepare the troops! Why are you still standing here?! Go get me another slice of roast pork!" Dedede hollered, and the waddle doo itself rolled his eyes at the command, but bowed ever so slightly and left the room anyway.

The king cracked his knuckles. He'd pay Kirby a visit—wait, wasn't Kirby doing the visiting? But the line still sounded awesome, right?—and use that waddle doo's line and then he'd use his hammer to hammer Kirby out of his castle while the pink puffball was still awed by his vocabulary. Yes, that'd work. Of course. He always came up with the best plans.

Right after he had his steak, of course.

He flipped open another comic book, leafing through the pages lazily. (Oh, wait, had he ordered roast pork, or steak? Must've been steak, right? He said steak just now, didn't he?) It was silent outside, but it only occurred to him that his throne room was basically soundproof. Kirby could be getting murdered and hung by his own tongue on a tree outside the castle. Of course. Wonderful.

The shriek of a waddle dee echoed outside.

(Yeah, it was the number one soundproof throne room. Number one from the bottom.)

The throne room doors flung open, revealing a very grumpy Kirby who was rubbing at his eyes with one hand and dragging a waddle dee behind him in the other. The waddle dee was flailing and shrieking but not seeming to make use of the spear in his right hand. What he was attempting to convey was beyond impossible to make out.

"He's a crybaby," Kirby sighed exasperatedly.

"I—I am not!" Once Kirby's grip loosened, Bandana Dee jumped to his feet. "You're always so—I mean, I don't even know you!"

"Oh, nice. Have you tried signing up for drama?"

"I don't know you!"

"Why are you here?!" Dedede burst out. Both pairs of eyes were on him. "I haven't even gotten my roa—"

"Actually, Dedede," Kirby yawned, "I don't really want to be here right now but I remembered I had forgotten to visit Bobina. The one I dropped off a while ago, Bob's sister? Yeah."

"Larry," Dedede corrected indignantly.

"Oh, you actually remembered!"

"Great King, he's a very strange and mentally ill stranger," Bandana Dee spoke up, extra emphasis on the word "stranger", although Dedede wasn't quite sure why, "and we should probably have him leave... as soon as possible—"

"Oh, shut up, Band-Aid."

"Why are you in such a bad mood?!" Bandana Dee bit out. "I—uh—you're usually not as snappy whenever you... invade! All the other times!"

Dedede wasn't sure what to make of the both of them, who seemed relatively close, but according to Bandana Dee's words, Kirby was a stranger to him. Huh. Odd. And Kirby did seem sort of grouchy. Usually he was an annoying ball of potisitity. Potisivity. Whatever it was pronounced as.

"Why are you in my room?!" the king demanded. Bandana Dee nodded furiously and began whacking Kirby with the blunt end of his spear. What was that sentence again? Um... "Your... invasions, they've been a lot more... often!"

"Where are you learning your grammar? You poor thing."

"Why are you so spiteful today, Kirby? I mean, not like I know you on a daily basis. Or on any basis, but, uh, yeah. You don't... give off the... uh, aura of a spiteful person."

"Thanks, Band-Aid," Kirby said airily, turning around and picking up a box of cards that was apparently behind him. Of course Dedede knew that. "I don't want to be here, but in the honour of magical friendship, we shall play Go Fish!"

Bandana Dee scowled. "Don't call me that! And I told you he's mentally ill, Great King. We should find some of the finer psychiatrists or psychologists in town. I know a few."

"The both of you, get out."