Kirby's World Imagines

Sick! Daraoch/Reader .:Want A Piece, Mousy?:.

Art from: Official Kirby Squeak Squad art
(Edited: 12/23/18)

"Like I said, I don't need it, you disgrace-" the mouse growled, pushing the bowl of delicious homemade soup away. "ridiculous, just have one bite! Better be happy you at least have someone taking care of you!"

You were known to the captain of Squeak Squad. You both had respected each other only as business partners, not friends, not even acquaintances. just the embodiment of work was all you two had in relation.

But at the hour you attempted many times to console his attitude and sickly nature that took over him like a parasite head to tail, yet he constantly denied your help like a child. He was very much smaller than you. A giant animal, that's for sure, but went up to your hip in height. One evening you had been annoyed that the fact he wasn't sharing and pirating things in business.

Him being absent for a few days and not responding to the letters you had sent him made you sketchy. This is why you visited, his crew allowing you to see: them having their own things to worry about knowing you would be available for their problem. You did not have time for this, the evening called for work. Work work work!

You could not continue, but it was the best decision you could make. His future in his tasks depended on it: and there was an important subject in work you needed that only he could help you with. So you stayed, giving him water and yes, cheese soup. It mostly failed, as he was disgusted at you thinking he liked cheese.

He did like the soup, but, knowing it was a big stereotype for his kind, he did not wish to submit to the idea. Well, your money went down the drain, that, and he was still shrill, Coughing and gagging. He drank most of his water, but left the rest for you to take back. "hah, now, do you need some sleep, Daraoch?" he shrugged plainly before growling.

"I would, knowing someone I'm in business with would waste their time with me! Do you like me or something, ____? your methods of care are even more sickening than this virus!" You waited nearly astonished, knowing such a relationship where you tried to care for him was at fault.

You looked at the ground, going to fake cry to get his attention. Surely, he would notice. It was quiet, and your back was turned, before he snatched a look at you, waiting without word.

"Hey...____ get over here, ____. You did attempt to help me, so I suppose, ngh". He tried to get up, almost sneezing as he did "you may not be my ally, but it wouldn't hurt if we were friends outside our job, perhaps...?" he lingered his talk as he felt awkward submitting to saying so, to such a small negative feeling from someone he only knew business with... but, he could make an exception.

"R...really?"

"If course, um...if I can, could I have the soup? You did purchase it, after all. Wouldn't want it to go to waste!"

You rose up from your fake cry to know you won, giving him a little hug before going to the table to feed him the now dimly cold soup.

He gave out a small, red tint over his fur before making a fake cough "a-ah, yes, um- of course I--"

Before he could see you turn around, he noted something snickering from outside. Snapping his head back he only saw the tails of his team leave before he took another growl, knowing their watch.