Fololo floated into the living room with a piece of cheese in his hand, with the attitude of a lawyer close to loosing an important case. "Is this cheese good?"
Tiff, utterly confused, tilted her head and set a book in her lap. "What do you mean?"
"Is. This. Cheese. Good?"
"Uhh... here, let me see..."
Fololo practically shoved the cheese in Tiff's face, who gagged and fell off the couch. Falala soon flew in, energy and mood matching Fololos'.
"That cheese is moldy!" she yelled.
"This cheese is fine!" he retorted.
"Throw it out!"
"No! I'm eating it!"
"No! It stinks and has mold on it!"
"It's fine!"
"If you eat it I'm disowning you!"
And now silence.
"Oh..." was all Fololo said after a long pause.
"Wait, no, I didn't mean—"
"I see how it is..." Fololo said as he flew into his room, slamming the door shut.
Tuff, whom watched this all from the comfort of across the room, spoke up, "I mean he kinda deserved—"
"Shut up, Tuff!"
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Kirby Short Stories
FanfictionJust some Kirby stories I come up with and thought I'd share. Most of the characters are from Kirby: Right Back at Ya! since I'm pretty unfamiliar with the games. I don't own any of the characters used here. Kirby and crew belong to Nintendo/Hal L...
