❝ – things suddenly feel less peaceful around here. ❞
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❝ – things suddenly feel less peaceful around here. ❞
@slugmxg is exposing me and won’t stop h e l p m e
Guess who.
-- nova.
♚ - Dedededash Commentary
❝ Hey! Only I can tell Escargoon what to do an’ push him ‘round so hush-up, fool! ❞ That was his snail servant and nobody else had the right to tell the mollusc what do but the king himself.
* fingerguns at you * yeah bo iii
((*fingerguns right the heck back*))
It sure has been a while since when Escargon and his majesty had spent time together, well, of course, they are always together everyday and they never leave a place without each other, but this time it was a little different. His majesty and his servant were spending time..well, in a different way, in a sweetest way. Escargoon was lying his head on the king's soft belly, just cuddling against it, while he enjoyed his majesty's warmth and his arms wrapped around the snail's thin and weak body.
♚ - @slugmxg
It was refreshing to be able to lay back and watch a little television for a change.
The memories of their hectic week seemed to fade as soon as the King put his feet up. Trying to scour Dreamland of any trace of a certain pink pest was so exhausting. And yet all of these struggles to rid his land of Kirby had all been forgotten in this moment.
One of King Dedede’s arms worked as a cushion for his weary head, the other draped around Escargoon’s shell, this was so relaxing. Ah…A sigh narrowly escaped through his beak.
He is confined by the grogginess of his lassitude and in his hazy mindset allowed his servant, Escargoon, to rest his head upon the his protruding belly. The weary penguin could not resist that warm smile, threatening to turn the corners of his beak. He was just so content.
❝This is the life, Escargoon…no pink pain in the neck t’be pesterin’ us an’ no monst’ehs need’a’orderin’ t’send us int’dedededebt. ❞