Having dropped his gaze temporarily toward the grass, Fluff looked back up when he heard Kirby speak. His words, as well as that cheerful and endearing smile across the pink puff’s face, were enough to lighten the Prince’s mood back up and allow him to smile heartily back in return.
Kirby was right. While it had been tough for the both of them not being able to see each other for so long (something Fluff had hesitantly come to expect over time, given Kirby’s role as a Star Warrior who protected Popstar from evil and malicious forces), nothing else should truly matter anymore now that they were reunited again. That’s all that mattered; the two of them being together again, just like when they had first met.
This was something the Prince had forgotten about Kirby over their long time apart: his positive outlook on things. Now that they were together once more, memories from their former adventure were all coming back to him now. Despite the time gap, he could easily reminisce on them as if they had merely happened the day before.
Fluff could recall how, when the times became dire and tough, Kirby was the one to cheer him up and urge him to keep going. If he became scared, Kirby was right there by his side to help calm him down. If he found it difficult to take one more step forward, Kirby was there to lend him a helping nub.
Ever since the day they had met, Kirby had always done what any best friend would do—and more. Now, despite the lapse in time, he was still that same dear friend Fluff remembered so well. If was as if no time had passed at all.
A single tear slowly streamed its way down the side of Fluff’s cheek, the yarn boy quickly batting it away with one of his nubs.
“You’re right, Kirby. You’ve always been right.” He gazed back at the other with a wide smile, carefully taking hold of one of Kirby’s nubs before giving it a gentle squeeze. “There’s no point thinking negative thoughts now. We’re together again, and I could never be more appreciative of anything in my life.”
As the yarn prince smiled at him, Kirby felt obligated to smile back--so he did. It was then that he realized Fluff had began to hold onto one of his nub-like hands. Were they even hands? The world may never know.
However, the pink puff did know one thing--having his nub-hand(?) held by one of Fluff’s gave him a feeling of happiness. It’s almost like his heart had skipped a beat--in fact, it would have if he wasn’t made of yarn at the moment. He’d be having butterflies in his stomach an everything!
But still...what exactly was this feeling? It was similar to something he felt when faced with dangerous challenges--nervousness. Yet, instead, it wasn’t a bad feeling. It was nice.
Without noticing it, Kirby’s cheeks began to turn a deeper shade of pink. The deeper color came with slight warmth that spread across his face. He had seen others get like this before--what did they call it...blushing, or something like that?
No matter what the feeling was called, the puff liked it. Spending time with Prince Fluff was something that made him happy--and being happy is exactly what he wanted!
Kirby continued to sit next to the yarn prince, holding onto his nub-hand.
“I appreciate being together too, poyo...it makes me so happy.” He gave a warm smile, his voice still peppy as usual--but there was a hint of peacefulness. It was as if he was at ease...which he actually was.
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