It's the night of April 27th, the wind blows gently, the air is crisp and it's late, too late for anything but the sort of party that would live forever in repetitive anecdotes awkwardly shoved into any possible conversation to the annoyance of anyone unable to attend. In this case there were two people unfortunately cursed with that fate, one of which was Luigi Mario.
Luigi didn't actually mind missing Kirby's big party. Sure, it was a big deal and everyone would be there, but also it was a BIG deal and EVERYONE would be there. Big crowds were never Luigi's thing, a quiet night in with just a couple close friends would be far more his speed. Luckily for him that's exactly what had been keeping him from attending that sort of over stimulating scene, slightly unluckily for him his host seemed very convinced that this quiet get together was, in fact, that exact sort of overstimulating scene.
Inside of the walls of Castle Dedede; Luigi sat in a dark green, wing armchair. It was made of a very soft velvet and had this very ornate, yet subtle pattern in a slightly lighter green of what appeared to be some sort of large worm or snake wrapping around the sides and back of it. Or perhaps they were just supposed to be lines, Luigi could never be sure, he had a habit of seeing anything abstract as some sort of animal or critter (usually a cow) but regardless of that he liked the chair enough. It was a little kitschy but also, he had to admit was not exactly far off the sort of chair he'd buy for his own home though it was far larger than it would have been if he had. Luigi was a very thin man and relative to most outside of his family wasn't all that tall, he had worked out that you could fit two Luigi's on the seat and about half a Luigi sitting atop each of their heads in this seat. Admittedly Luigi was thinking of this chair a lot more than you or I would, or than he would ever confess to, for the simple reason that somehow this chair HAD in fact been especially bought for him. Once when visiting the host before Luigi had made an offhand remark about how the bean bag chairs, he had tended to opt towards weren't the best for his back, the next time he came round this was in its place. Luigi felt awful about this, without realising he had pressured his friend into spending their time and money picking out this expensive chair for him. Now of course to his friend this didn't matter, he could easily afford the chair and wanted to make Luigi comfortable, but as the lanky guilt factory looked at the furniture around him all he could think about was how much more expensive his was. In front of him were two-fold out tables placed shoulder to shoulder, though not quite adjacent in a way that irrationally irritated the Italian. They were cheap ones too, the kind you put up at garage sales.
Perpendicular from him sat a Waddle Dee, in a bean bag of course. Waddlecia they were called. On the surface they were just a circle with feet beneath, beyond that they were a loyal, a slightly dopey, but well intentioned, person. They were a loud, construction orange with black beady eyes and despite their lack of a mouth they had protruding cheeks that seemed perpetually rosy. They were good company and a great conversationalist, which surprised Luigi as they spoke entirely in what could only be described as an auditory squiggle but then again, he never had an issue understanding Yoshi. There were in fact a good handful of Waddle Dee's there that day; there was Waddby over by the fire exit, they were infact quite different from Waddlecia, they were an eye-catching, firey orange, with button like eyes and what seemed like perpetually pinkish cheeks. There were a few others who were similarly distinct dotted around: Waddella, Waddolor Mr Waddle, Woddball (most of whom had already fell asleep) but most shamefully for Luigi there was a Waddle Dee in a bandana, sitting right next to his good friend Ness, despite being an utterly remarkable person Luigi relished speaking to he could never seem to remember their name. usually there were far more of those little guys around the castle in which their king lived, however the rest were preoccupied tonight. It was well enough they were Luigi thought, imagine how many fold out tables would need to be bought if the thousands of them were all in attendance.
But as it was, one armchair, eight beanbag chairs and nine fold out tables sat stark contrast to extravagant, regal room they had been placed in. It was the type of room where each corner of it had a hand sculpted marble pillar climbing to the celling, as if they, like anyone does upon entering, were looking towards the chandeliers above yet, outside of the aforementioned, it was furnished by arcade cabinets and a minifridge, Solid oak, engraved shelves filled with boardgames and assorted handmade trinkets. Crumpled paper could be found in practically every nook and cranny, upon each piece there were to do lists with items on it such as 'Learn to best Kirby in Pinball' and 'Finish D3 battle Robot' Luigi started to think that maybe he should, just to help, call an interior designer when he was suddenly snapped back to why he was here.
"Alright, alright now!" came a familiar, endearingly abrasive, voice from the loudspeakers sitting either side of an unmistakeable, feathered figure. Adorned with rich shades of red and yellow on every item of his clothing on him. The fact the centrepieces of his ensemble were a robe and a crown would make anyone hearing a description of him think he was unbearably conceited but, as anyone who had truly gotten to know him would attest, that the genuine kindness resting behind his eyes and the wide smile that does anything BUT rest across his almost golden beak somehow makes every element of his self-appointed monarchy somehow relentlessly loveable. This portly penguin, of course, was King Dedede. He stood at a newly installed DJ booth, though looking at it you wouldn't be able to tell, various conspicuously fist shaped indents somehow found their way on to it. "Have you been havin' a good time?" He roared.
"Oh yeah!" Luigi responded in a curious tone. He started the phrase energetic and enthused, trying desperately to match his friend's energy, but in the back half he trailed off, sounding increasingly unsure with each syllable. Luigi didn't like to lie, and to be fair he wasn't. He HAD been having a good time. Sure it would never of been his first choice to spent his night with strobe lights bearing down on him (I suppose he must of felt they weren't particularly conducive to a game of scrabble) but in his mind the oncoming migraine was worth it, if not for the expected joy of spending time with two of the most endlessly entertaining people he had ever met, then at least for seeing Dedede somehow have less success trying to learn Yo-Yo tricks than him. It was a night he had thoroughly enjoyed, and he thought it had come to a natural end...
three hours ago, since then every attempt to broach the topic of calling it a night had been thwarted by a "Hold dat there thought" and an immediate segue to a "you 'ave GOT to see this!" And before Luigi knew it he was somehow 40 minutes into the future and heavily invested in this half-finished whittling project or abandoned Christmas album Dedede tried once. It's not that he didn't enjoy learning about these assorted odd interests the king had acquired, it was just that it KEPT happening. The anxious Italian was very particular about getting a full nine hours of sleep, every night, and he already would now need to sleep in far more than he'd like to tonight in order to maintain this. This was fun but he had to end it here, no more tangents no more boardgames and definitely no more awkward photoshoots. He'd let his friends know, start the trek home and if the traffic was good maybe he could make a small bit of progress in his new book, No, no he couldn't, even if he warped home this second he wouldn't have time for the book, because he couldn't tell Dedede he was done, why couldn't h-
"Cuz I want you to know I sure have" The king continued, cutting off Luigi's thought "While I may be behind this lil' shindig it's you fellas who have REALEH made it, I'm very glad to have you as my friends."
And with that, Luigi's discarded what he was just thinking in favour of 7 words that were becoming awfully common for him for him to think as of late;
'I guess I could stay a little longer'