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Gosh he was stubborn.
Like, ridiculously stubborn.
"Dee, let me see it at least?" You questioned him, reaching for his injured hand, wanting to check the state of the wound.
"Nuh-uh! You ain't doing nothin' for me!" He retorted, his southern accent thick with annoyance.
You sighed, not listening to his agitated words as you carefully took hold of his hand, flipping it so that his knuckles rested in the palm of yours.
You grimaced when you saw the deep gash running across the center, feeling a bit squeamish. You were never really good with medical things like this.
You swallowed back the disgust as you started to rummage through the first aid kit beside you, reaching for disinfectant and some bandages.
He seemed to watch cautiously, the sight of medical equipment seeming to make him rather nervous.
You took a quick glance at him before pressing a cotton ball- sprinkled with disinfectant- to the cut. In response, he screwed his eyes shut and flinched from the sting, hissing quietly under breath as he jerked his hand slightly.
You gasped a bit, "Sorry!" You pulled the cotton piece away, "I should've warned you." You muttered apologetically, looking at his pain stricken face.
"I don't like this..." He grumbled, turning his head to look at the wall, resting his head in his other hand while you treated him.
"I know Dee," you responded, starting to wrap the cloth around his hand, keeping your focus on it. "Maybe if you stop chasing poor little Kirby around, maybe we wouldn't have to do this." You spoke, unamused, feeling his gaze rest on you.
"Maybe if I win fighting that stupid pink blob none of this would happen!" He countered, his tone as sharp as yours.
Taping down the last bandage, you looked up at him, meeting eyes with him, them looking rather pitiful in fact.
He never really got the upper hand when it came to his tiny nemesis, him and Escargoon always came up with these overly complicated plots that always failed. And when nothing went Dedede's way, he recklessly spent every cent he had on some overpriced, knockoff monster from Nightmare Enterprises, just so he can "clobber that puffball" as he put it. It was repetitive and a bit headache inducing at that point.
You often wonder how you even ended up with this buffoon.
Sighing again, you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His face angry face contorting into a shocked expression, clearly embarrassed from your affection.
"Wh-wh!" He began, only to be shushed as you pressed a finger to his lips. "Shut up." You said bluntly. Strutting away with the first aid kit in your hand, leaving the bumbling penguin hot and embarrassed.
"And.." you stopped, "Be careful next time, honey." You smiled, continuing to walk away.
