#kingdomsandkoopas

[simiansmoke]

@kingdomsandkoopas

"What?... He... he's... - ... really?" Cranky asked, pausing to take a look at the other with surprise and some silence. "Did you... ...-?" he asked, yet decided not to finish the question. "... Hey... I am glad that at least you are back safe and sound... We all make mistakes... Now you are back... and I am happy about it..." Cranky said to give his son another hug to show how much he cared of him.

A frown doesn't leave him too soon, but its nature shifts to a softened sort as his eyes swivel over to meet those of the king. "Weirdly enough... Bowser took care of him." He supposed he ought to put in a word for the Koopa King...as much of the strife he'd recently caused in the jungle kingdom. Perhaps intervening was simply an act of self interest in which the cold-blooded tyrant wanted to make sure the kingdom didn't fall to someone other than him? Who knew. "And I guess the worst part of it is, I dunno...if I could have at the end of the day."

There were far deeper roots in place on that subject than Cranky knew. But perhaps a glance at his son's expression told him enough of what brewed and turmoiled beneath raised fur.

His silence is resounding, given it's coming from one so dedicated to the opposite of quiet, and he takes a moment to hang his head and curl in to the hug. Sound wasn't necessary for what he picked up there.

"...sorry. I didn't mean to be away for so long."

[teamfricndship]

@kingdomsandkoopas continued from here

A mushroom? How is that supposed to heal Perrito's injury? Unless it had some kind of healing powers. Daisy just said it herself, so there's no point arguing with that logic. The dog ate the mushroom and all of a sudden, his wound got better!

"Wow! That's amazing! I didn't know mushrooms could do that!" His tail wagged with happiness at the revelation.

[cheerstoyourmustaches]

@kingdomsandkoopas

"Abandonment? What?" Junior asked with surprise. What was this guy even talking about. Who does he think he is? The children police? Who sent him? So many questions came to the little tyke. It was the first time he ever saw him and he was already feeling this guy was exaggerating.

"Prince Peasley... Beanbean Kingdom?" Junior stared with surprise. So this guy was an actual prince?! "Ahh-! Well, I'm Junior, Bowser Jr.! Prince of the Koopas!" he finally replied. "Gotta admit I never visited your Kingdom though I wonder if papa has..." the tyke said thoughtful.

The children police is here to cook! Not children, of course...that's hanzel and gretel's problem. "...you're speechless. I know! It's not everyday you meet a prince of my beanitude!"

With a flick to one side and a flick to the other, his hair produced various sparkles before the open hand he'd offered the Koopaling turns into a fist that's pumped happily into the air. "BEANBEAN BONANZA! That's right, the Beanbean Kingdom and our glorious errrhm...reputation?" Though the flat look from the child has him sweating. Perhaps they did not teach might and glory in the history books of children these days-

"Oh, your father ~ King Bowser? Why yes, he's been around. Poor chap caught a case of the Cackaletta though. But our kingdom is wise in medicine so we sent that disease packing! And then I mailed him back to your house, free shipping! I still want the ribbon I used on that box back...but that can be discussed over a formal dinner, I suppose."

A smile itches up on his face as he gives the little Koopa a little tilt of his head, curls bouncing as he does so. "So you're this place's prince? Quite young, aren't you! Well, since we share the same the same job, maybe we should work on some diplomacies together~? Say, over some refreshments? A round of bean milk and cookies, even!"

[simiansmoke]

@kingdomsandkoopas

"Donkey Kong! Where have you been? Are you hurt? Did someone kidnap you? I need to know what happened?!" Cranky said with a lot of concern as he approached to hug his son tightly. He was very worried and had no idea if he was even still alive.

All the questions at once have his already foggy brain tinkering out. Glazed expression is only cured with another sharp dig in his back via the masseuse and he snarls this time, teeth snapping harder than a bear trap and grinding after. "...Dad- chilllll... it's kind of a long sto-" Before he can finish he gets a full frontal hug on his face as he lays trapped on the table, squirming ever so slightly before sighing and wrapping an arm loosely around the Kong king, giving his back a few hesitant but reassuring pats.

"It's fiiiine...I'm fiiiine-...Dread is...dead now." The words seem sober in disappointed uncertainty. Ignoring the rest of the world's prying eyes momentarily, he presses his forehead against the other's shoulder and exhales deeply with a resounding shudder. "...I'm-...sorry I left you all alone this whole time. I thought-...he'd come for me, so I left. But he came for what I care about most-"

Family.

[simiansmoke]

@kingdomsandkoopas

"Donkey Kong." Cranky said, looking at him with seriousness. "You are NOT a disappointment..." the old ape said as he approached him to give him a hug. "Please, stop thinking like that already. I know I am harsh on you sometimes...- Okay, most of the time. I admit it. But I don't do it to hurt you. I just want you to be conscious about your job as the Prince of this Kingdom." Cranky said with a frown.

"I admire your braveness to look for me... but I also worry about you..." he said.

His chestnut fur bristled at the admission - but mainly because he's not sure if it's bait like he himself usually likes to cast. The old 'cool raccoon suit...NOT' switcheroo. Though he guessed with Dad it would be the difference between a supposed kind word and a whack on the nose with his cane.

It's only after Dad 'brings it in' for a hug that DK stills, tensed muscles losing their grip in favor of succumbing to the act of affection. Not a disappointment? Was that-...even possible? His face flushed, expression bleak but hopeful.

"...Dad, I-" Guilt tinted the browns of his eyes as he let them drift to the floor, not feeling the slightest bit deserving of the praise. "I'd never want to hurt you either... (outside of an Uno game, b ut-) but I can't help but feel like that's all I'm gonna do." He adds, a frustrated sigh flung from his maw as he debated with himself, shoving knuckles forward into the loose dirt to thrash it about some more.

"...'cause I...I really don't think-" Lower fangs gripping his lip, he chews in pulses and sharply exhales. "I don't think I'm cut out for this-!"

[simiansmoke]

@kingdomsandkoopas

"Hey, hey! You don't tell your father what he should do. I have every right to come back here and there whenever I feel like." Cranky said to then feel somewhat concerned over the fact that his son wasn't showing his leg. "Hey... I'm serious... are you hurt? What happened? You know you can tell me... please, is something wrong with your leg?" the old ape asked, feeling worried for him. Something deep inside him told him that something was off with this.

Gah. Stubborn old man! Always coming back at the worst possible time-! AND making it so that he can't even complain about it without looking sussy. Great. Now he knew where his whole 'I do what I want, when I want' spiel came from.

"I'm just SAYing. You neeeever relax. It's bad for your arteries!" He asserts, trying hard to keep balance on a little baby bum leg. Though pressing one knuckle down on the opposite side helps with balance issues overall.

The agitation and prodding turning into concern has him biting the inside of his cheek. Ugh, despite being an insufferable bastard sometimes, Dad wasn't going to let him off the hook when it came to injuries. Not that he considered a gator nip particularly...lethal. It was more embarrassing than anything to have to admit he'd gotten tagged by one of those stupid crocs- "You're soooo embarrassing. Being worried! It's literally like nothing." He adds and after a moment of not being able to balance weirdly anymore, DK plops down and sets about licking the distinct puncture wounds around his shin. "Just-...some assholes from Kroc isle. No biggie."

[simiansmoke]

@kingdomsandkoopas

Upon hearing DK, the young prince was about to speak. He knew that the whole star thing sounded pretty fake, then again he just fell for that dumb pinky promise. Either way, he got surprised as Dread jumped and attacked DK out of nowhere.

Junior yelped and gasped with worry. "HEY!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" the koopa prince demanded to then stop containing himself, deciding who was the enemy, breathing fire at Dread.

He's quite pleased to find DK out in the middle of no where... sans the stupid big turtle that kept blocking his attempts at getting revenge. Though, tunnel vision had been his undoing earlier which resulted in said big turtle's body bashing him into space when he'd been trying to engage the Kong prince solely. Tunnel vision now ignored the little brat he'd brought out to the wasteland - and it earns him a fireball in the face. Snorting viciously to rid the embers out of his nostrils, Dread swings a snarl towards the koopa prince...betrayed by yet another prince.

The fury of it encourages him to fling an arm out and slam the little turtle. He couldn't risk losing him to distance, however, so Dread settles for bashing down despite the spikes on shell. His callouses can take the prickles. Shoving his weight down partially against the little koopa, he leans down to snarl loudly at the pinned prince.

"STAY OUT OF THIS-"

A resounding 'oof' occurs when DK's fist lands suddenly on the larger Kong's cheek, sending him flying backwards away from the kid, though the force of his initial attack can't possibly be good for the smaller creature's well being. Canines flashing fury, DK bellows at the deflected Kong, stepping over Junior partially in a protective manner that ends with him on his back legs, chest bared. "FIGHT SOMEONE YOUR OWN KIND!"

As Dread collected his bearings, including scratching off singed fur around his face, DK side eyes the kid below him with a sway...he didn't have the energy for this fight, but he couldn't let the kid face the defected Kong alone.

"H-hey! You ok? You gotta get back to the castle...I won't be able to hold him long..."

As if overhearing them, Dread stomped forward, knuckles digging in to the dry earth. "He's not going ANYWHERE-" A snarl is commanding, letting the koopa kid know if he even tries to run there'll be consequences. "AND NEITHER ARE YOU-" Hitting the ground hard enough to launch into the air, Dread sails towards the two on the ground with fists clasped together in a hammer aimed downward towards DK's open palms raised hastily overhead in a shield that might not stop the blow, but at least will stop it from reaching the kid under his shadow.

[simiansmoke]

( @simiansmoke ) Anonymous asked: "Sir, urgent news from the medic core! They say your son has returned and is being treated for minor injuries. He has apparently reported that the threat against our kingdom has been terminated. Oddly enough, he seems to have brought the Lord of the Koopas with him in for treatment as well. They both look to have fought a battle most recent and vicious...shall I call for the prince to meet with you now?" Especially regarding a land eater like Bowser was in their midst at the crowning of their vulnerable state. Even if he was supposedly beaten up as well. //Me DMS are wild and out of order lolol

@kingdomsandkoopas

Rushing upon hearing such news, the only thing Cranky wanted was to see his son. He wanted to see that he was alright and that he was safe. The old ape did his best to rush and arrive as soon as possible to the place they had assigned for treating injuries and other accidents.

"DK!! DK!!" he called as he attempted to run to him.

He had specificially requested those damn guards in the hot springs to keep their lips zipped while he got his bearings about him, but - their lips were as loose as the slipped disc he'd gotten somewhere in the struggle against Dread. Not that a good soak in the springs didn't numb things up first. It was absolutely necessary to take a dip before even a whisper of Dad was mentioned - granted how...sticky and foul smelling his fur had gotten both in the struggle and after the battle. With blood and strange swampy substances washed out, he'd left Bowser to the pond and the plethora of medical attendants that had to deal with the ornery king's temper at strange Kongs that really wanted him to shed that shell for a better assessment- of course that was going to end with some drenched medics.

Having mostly dried off by then, the Kong prince had allowed the support group to shove him into the nearest rock slap of a table, the heat of the springs warming the 'operation' table so to say and keeping his hairless extremities nice and toasty as large hands handled the small kink in his lower back with an elbowing so vicious it has his teeth permanently bared as he stares ahead, grinding them in place.

When he hears the call from the entrance of the medic cores' set up round the springs, he resists biting down so hard he might risk chipping a tooth. Dammit, someone had spilled the beans he was back-...and he'd yet to disguise the few bites and scratches around his frame in addition to being spotted on his gut like a half hunted seal.

"...hi Dad!" The enthusiasm level had taken a hit, but the chirp still held a degree of 'chipper annoyance' he couldn't quite shake. "...you here for a massage too-? Aowh!!" Complaint bitten as it leaves him when the masseuses hits a tender spot deep, he pounds his fist a few times into the rock stretcher like the self-induced pain of it might help distract him from his spine's adjustment.