2008-03-23 06:26 am (UTC)
Kirby has a fanboy crush on Sonic, and to keep up with the fastest thing alive, Kirby must collect the Dragoon parts NO MATTER WHAT. Bonus points if Meta Knight trying to give Kirby "The Talk".
2008-03-30 02:02 am (UTC)
Sort of like a response
...Lawl. I'm not gonna do the prompt proper, but I just couldn't leave this alone. Sorry? Or something?
It was hard to be certain that Kirby was gazing and blushing, since he was already wide-eyed and pink; but the sigh, a noise like a particularly high-pitched tire losing air, that was definitely new. And there was a definite tone of longing to the whole affair. Ike followed the puffball's gaze, then snapped back to his companion in disbelief. "Is he--?"
Meta Knight responded by shrugging (an impressive feat for someone with no actual shoulders) and picking up another croissant. A proper Brooding Brunch was not to be disturbed so lightly. Ike didn't see it that way, however, and continued:
"Look, he's not even trying to steal our food. Something's definitely up. Isn't he a little kid or something?"
Meta Knight hmphed at that. "He may be young, and he's certainly inexperienced, but he can clean up whatever mess he's gotten himself into." But they'd gotten Kirby's attention by then, and the pink thing was staring at them with an utterly confused look which said his elder was dead wrong on this one.
Still Ike was kind. "Hey, Kirby, are you okay?" he asked. The look of helpless confusion deepened, and Kirby shook his
self head no, however hesitantly. "Do you know what's going on?" Headshake. "But it's tough on you, huh?" Nod and pathetic whine. "C'mon, Meta, he needs a hand. Just talk to him about it. You're the same kind of... thingy, aren't you?"
Meta Knight grimaced, glad yet again for the mask which guaranteed him a straight face no matter what the situation, and eyed the miserable Kirby as if the latter were directly responsible for all humiliation in the universe. "Maybe. But in that case," he added, turning back to Ike, "you may wish to leave the room. This is not the easiest of topics."
"Aw, it's nothing to worry about. Just the birds and the bees, right?"
"Birds and bees...?" Meta Knight repeated, bemused. At this point, Kirby was considering honey-roasted chicken. "If you insist on witnessing this farce, I won't stop you. But I warn you again -- Kirby is not of your species. The details may differ, somewhat, from what you know."
This was a point Ike had not considered, but by now he was committed to holding his ground, and so he stayed. He stayed for everything: the explanations, the definitions, the interruptions, the diagrams, the gestures, the downright shameful waste of food. And Ike emerged from that brunch a man irrevocably changed, a man haunted. All he could do now was to pray for a sleep without dreams.