25 January 2017
Sorry it's late. School hit me with homework like a sack of potatoes. I missed the fourth wall.
sorry it's not really a weird thing Kirby is doing anymore but I'm just trying to kick it in some direction
Meow (guest): Correct but Kirby's not their master; he's their family friend who crashes at their house every day and bosses them around. No, that is not a master.
I didn't know you played Disgaea. (laughs)
46: Complaining
of cakes that definitely cannot exist as sentient beings.
"Band-Aid," rumbled a grave voice around two metres behind him, "I need to eat cake."
"...Cake? I'm not sure if there's any left. Our whole cake supply gave way after that Gourmet Race you and Great King held years back—"
"Doesn't matter! The cakes from your castle tastes like factory, anyway."
"They're not factory-produ—"
"I want real, living, and breathing cake!" Kirby whined, the squishing of grass ascending in volume before the pink puffball finally rolled into Bandana Dee's view. Bandana Dee didn't drop what he was knitting and instead cocked his head sideways. "Don't look at me like that! Cake is justice."
Cake was as justice as Kirby had said the same for many other foods before it. Still, remembering his mental note he had taken down months ago—never to argue with Kirby—Bandana Dee simply continued his task.
"Don't you dare ignore me, young man. Is that Dedede's fifteenth blanket you're knitting? I knew he somehow tore holes with his beak, but I didn't think it would be that bad…"
"No, it's the twenty-first blanket… didn't you just eat cake yesterday?" It was a rhetorical question. Bandana Dee would not forget that Kirby had eaten cake yesterday because that cake had come in the very strange colour of bright blue. When quizzed on what it was, Kirby only stuffed his face with it.
"Um, yeah. But I need to do it more often here, 'cause even though they say I gorge on cakes in canon, the only thing they ever show me doing is beating lots of stuff up."
Bandana Dee could not find it in himself to chide the pink hero.
What pattern would Dedede like on his new blanket? Bandana Dee usually based them after food. The previous one had cookies stitched in brown patches all over against the cream wool—that was, until Dedede accidentally snipped it in half after trying to tame his plant's leafy shape. It could've been stitched back and that would've been that, but he insisted on a new one.
What pattern hadn't Bandana Dee done? He glanced over at Kirby who was burying himself in blades of grass and the occasional daisy. Tomatoes, perhaps. Or would the Great King get mad at the sight of those round, red fruits? Perhaps not tomatoes, after all.
"I've got it!" announced Kirby, and the pink puffball bounced off the ground like it was a trampoline. Rolling along the grass towards Bandana Dee, Kirby looked up from where half his face was planted in weeds. "A picnic."
That was an everyday idea of Kirby, though. "As long as it's not at Onion Ocean again, then—"
"Onion Ocean? Nah! Dedede's a penguin, but I think Meta doesn't like water, too! Just like you. Hm… he pretends to be all cool, but he really has so much in common with a minion dee like Bandana—"
"A picnic?" Bandana Dee perked up. The works-in-progress in his grip dropped onto the mat. "With Great King? And—ah—Sir Meta Knight?"
"Yeah? Hm—what do you think of those capsule js? Oh, wait, Da said they'll be busy for a while… guess I'll just ask Dedede and Meta."
Bandana Dee leaned forward, wide-eyed. "Would Great King come along, though?"
Kirby blinked upwards, ignoring their sudden close proximity. "Why wouldn't he? He likes eating, right? He's kinda fat. But he wouldn't say no to a picnic, probably—plus, he's our friend, so, there's no reason to turn us down."
"That may be—you call Great King our friend?"
"Yes? Why are you shrieking, Bandana Dee? ...Aha! It's because you don't know what a friend is, do you?"
Bandana Dee was reeling backwards onto the tree in excitement.
Poker-face streaking across his expression for a moment, Kirby's elated grin was back in a flash. "Well, then, I'll educate you! A friend is a—"