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cosmopolitique replied to your post: “…Pineapple on pizza is kinda good,...
-shakes head in disappointment-
“...But ‘m not wrong. Right? It’s good? It’s totally good? Back me up here, Rosalina.” The fact that she was so much more taller than him made that head shake feel a lot more scolding than it was meant to be. Disappointed star mom, abort mission, abort mission!
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拳 - Who would’ve known this chunk of time was exactly what the doctor ordered. Time more or less spent with their original party had to adjust to the line of a crashing halt. Throughout their myriad adventures, their original duties had to be tended to at the end of the day. It’s been a long two years since he’s last stepped foot into this realm that practically wrote the aspect known as adventure as it’s official middle name.
Sightseeing however settled on the bottom of the list for the infamous duo of delinquent and devil that ravaged these lands once upon a time.
...
Okay so maybe they weren’t tyrannical in the traditional sense. Otherwise this familiar face wouldn’t be one they held such high expectations in seeing again. Aside from his hair growing out a bit more, a more defined tone and a lethal boost in his power reserves, it was the same old grumpy mug that totted along hell’s future ruler. Who they looked for was a woman who danced alongside her stars she kept a motherly eye on. The Mushroom Kingdom truly did serve as a hot spot for miracles occur.
“Waitin’ for us, Rosie?” There was no denying that revitalized thump of his heart for Oga and Beel both once they picked up on her familiar presence that awaited them at Shooting Star Summit. Talk about a fitting place for her of all people.
Of course they’d find that way to reunite by her side.
”Cause even I think what we have here has been too damn long overdue.”
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-THROWS AN ENTIRE CAKE AT-
GETS SMACKED BACK TO THE 1950′S
BACK TO THE DAYS OF BLACK AND WHITE WITH CAKE--
...
Oh wait nvm he was in a manga to begin with.
Dearest Rosalina,
Knock knock,
“Oh good, you’re here.
Listen, we need to talk. Y’know... about that incident? Peach is the only princess I would slap with that. I didn’t mean to hit you! I was excited, and that chocolate woman’s music makes my heart race. Makes me think about grabbing Peach and-- well, you get the picture.
Your hand got in the way...”
That hand, the only Bowser took into his own with a clumsy tug and an oafish smile. Lifting it delicately, he gave it’s backside a kiss... but detailing size, it was more as if he were eating it whole for one second too long. Afterwards, he laid the dripping palm at her side.
“Next time I slap your wand out your hand, it’ll be strictly business. You know, like the good old times! We’ll fight, Mario will show up, and hopefully he crashes into the sun. Ahhh... It’ll be fun!
... Nope. That didn’t make me feel good. Apologizing is a joke! Feh!”
And so, as quickly as he arrived, he abandoned Rosalina on her observatory without anymore exchange, throwing a box of chocolates behind him as he departed.
Starbit protector
A place full of living stars, and a watchful eye had been one of the hardest places to break into without running into one or the other. Luckily for Jr, he had the dumbest luck! None could match it other than his own father. Floating up toward the kitchen with the same old clown copper eyes became peeled while hearing sharpened. This had to be pulled off perfectly, or the prince would be spiraling back down to his own planet on a hot meteor for sure. Approaching the door the clown copper rammed into it countless times till the door broke open giving entrance. Once inside, the tiny body hopped out of the vehicle tip toeing to the fridge.
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“Welcome stranger,” she said, leaning on her staff and watching the woman in her garden. “I must ask, how did you pass my guards and enter the garden?” Hopefully the woman was as harmless as she suspected - there was a power about her, but it did not seem the type that sought to harm - but Hilda had been wrong before, and she prayed to the goddess she was not wrong this time.
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It was odd... Ludwig couldn't recall the last time he'd settle down and gaze up upon the stars. In all honesty, he didn't know why he didn't do it more often! Yes, to get a good view of the midnight sky he'd be forced to take a stroll away from the darklands. But, to be able to stare up at such a sight, why; the walk well worth the time. The way the stars seemed to of emit such a stunning glow within a place so dull and bold. How some even seemed to of scattered among one another, as though there was some sort of strategy they've been preforming. It was nice, and in Ludwig's opinion, a soothing way to end the day.
Eyes stayed focused on the sky above. It was strange yet fascinating how just looking at something could make one's nerves seem to be brought at ease. How the tenseness that'd piled upon one's body could all fall apart with a different mindset. Speaking of which, his had felt almost entirely e m p t y. For now, all he could think of was the beauty space had to offer to him. Maybe - he should do this more often instead of making it something he'd do every so often.
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Rosalina proved herself to be an elevated level of opponent -- though to be fair, that might have been because the swordsman had no longer been armed to the teeth with materia like back at home. It’d been as a result of the companion that she brought along with her, a little luma which not only shielded his blows but counteracted them as they slammed right into him, more often than not sending him sprawling off the stage with his hands desperately attempting to grip onto the edge only to lose sight of it even with a built up limit gauge. A well-timed limit break or two might catch her off guard every so often, but she faced him without a flinch, hardly breaking a sweat, and the already ethereal air about her only increased when she acted with such finesse. He’d never seen such grace placed within fighting, normally an ugly sport in which he participated in primarily out of necessity.
Because of that, perhaps, as well as his experiences with Aerith and Tifa, he could admit that he didn’t feel all that ashamed to lose to her within today’s tournaments, and in fact approached to show her sportsmanship. He mostly attended primarily out of invitation and the pay, more interested in support than he was in game, but in a way, fighting her was rather... Fun, if for nothing else than the spectacle.
“Congratulations,” he offered to her quietly when they met off the stage, holding out his hand, though his stance was awkward. “You earned that victory.” Cloud Strife was not a poor sport, indeed.
