Kirby's World Imagines

Gij! Magolor/Serene! Reader .:A Puzzle For a Puzzling Friend:.

Art from: AlphaDragon02

Edited: 2/23/19

"No, that piece belongs there. Agh, you're doing it wrong again!"

The uptight wizard grumbled, snatching a piece of puzzle from your innocent hand

"here, since you just love doing them wrong all the time, let me show you,"

He placed the puzzle piece in the correct spot, crossing his arms

"That's how to do it right" satisfied with his choice, he thought 'heh, really showed them! I played this puzzle dozens of times, I can never get it wrong! But ___ here, nooo, always has to be so slow with their choices! Honestly, if they didn't know there would be this many, they would've quit by now, I swear!'

Taking a slip of a glance down your form, you were puzzled at the almost-finished product and how you could have possibly not noticed earlier, but resumed going into the pile of lost pieces to search for another plastic piece's home on the board.

Silence quietly roamed over, as Magolor became impatient with your pace. Your acceleration was at ease and concentrated, determined to get the rude youth to see how ridiculous it is to be mad over a small activity.

Certainly he could see that in the greased neutrality of your orbs, but his getty wrath went over his senses.

Moments later, you took a small gasp, before putting the piece in it's humble spot. You were gonna reach for another, but before you could move an inch, Magolor cried out, throwing his hands in the air.

Oh boy, another one of his puny rants.

"Wow, simply lovely, I must say, ___. You really know how to bring a party together, I mean, come on! like, was it that hard? All you had to do was look down, see which colors are similar to what you have, and boom, easy match! Honestly, you can't be serious, you very much-"

With his useless rambles, you lay quietly, setting back to hear more clearly of what he was trying to muster since his face became brick red with frustration that he muffled his voice with his cape. The show was funny, before hearing a "psst" in front of you. As you could only spot, there was the small, pink-haired boy, using his welcoming hand to gesture you out the door.

Truly, your brain pointed as if you stayed any longer you think you would become slightly offended. Traveling quietly while the flusterd wizard had his hood stretched ober his outraged face, you crawled to your casual friend, Kirby.

Once you dismissed your presence from the unwilling party member, Mags, you could hear Kirby's small, impish giggle as you both walked in the main hall.
The pink-haired warrior lingered, but conveyed his courage into a quick shot of energy as what was gripped in his hands were a drawing.

"Poy, I thought you should have this, ___" Holding the thin paper with your soft hands, you saw you and Magolor holding hands within it.

"While you two were busy, I thought I'd be in the drawing room!"

"You mean the supplies room, Kirb?"

"well, yeah! Mags wouldn't mind, poy!"

looking back, you shrugged, feeling kind of energetic from being near the proximity of what you last saw: a pretty shirty face.

"Oh well, ___! I'm off to look for more things, take care of Magolor!"

He ran towards another room to resume different activities. Waving simply, you decided to transition to one of your favorite rooms, the kitchen.

Meanwhile the hood of the wizard was excused as he migrated from the floor to the board, returning it to it's place on the shelf. Resting in his chair in front of his working place, he looked outside with a displeased and ashamed look, noticing it was awfully quiet before he shot his head back, seeing you gone.

"Oh...dammit what have I done. Ugh..."
His room was so spacious, and he did not enjoy that factor, because the more room there was accompanying him, the more he felt you were here, waiting for him to admit his faults.

Not furthering this eerie tourment, he got up, breathing in.

"Where is she..."

Retrieving Maximum Tomato juice, your heart pounced as it eagerly slammed around, eyeing the pink frosted donut. As expected, you sat on a chair with a luke-warm sigh as your head held all the finicky behavior forcing your body to act as fast as possible on the dessert.

Time soothed as you heard a ring of footsteps arriving. Looking back, you saw a familiar and exhausted friend that moved to the fridge before cracking open a cold one.

You wondered if it was good

"May I have a sip, Maggy boy?"

Jumping, he slammed the juice down, looking frantically to what spirit cursed him with jumping at his unprepared stance.

His eyes fianlly landed on you, he felt like it was you, but simultaneously he had to make certain. To know it was you only made him feel more degraded.

"Ah...Ahm, ___. Good evening... um," he looked to the ground for a split second before he sat down by your side, folding the can in his hands idle.

"Um, you like donuts?"

You chuckled at his attempt to be less awkward, feeling his shame radiate from only his facial expression alone.

"I forgive you, Mag"

you exhaled, taking a sip of your drink, before he did the same in quiet sync

"Right, right, ___."

Taking a bite from the desert, you just sat there, listening

He stood quiet, before simply laying back a bit and doing the same, both of you, just quiet

"Here, before I return to work, have this," he removed an inch of his white scarf, bending down by your left side, pecking your forehead quickly, before putting his scarf up again and speed walking his way out the kitchen and into the halls

"Oh and, nice picture, I must say. Kirby did better this time!"

You stood, your head traveling to your lap, giving out a a truly happy smile.

"such an adorable dork"