Kirby's World Imagines

Paint Roller/Artist! Reader .:Lemme See Your Smile~!:. (REQUEST)

Art by: Star-Soul

request from: tabbypiggy (w

"now, drift your hand to the right, to feel the brush against the canvas. There you go! you're doing fantaaassstic~! this is really great! I just can't wait to show Kirby how good you did! oh I'm so proud!"

Setting the paintbrush by your side on the floor of diverse selections of dried paint, you placed your hand under your right cheek, wondering how you met this jolly little guy

In general, you took balance in your work of art as a daily job to give to others as commissions into the real world. You had been infamous to travel worlds and over to not realize many appreciated your colorful creations over the fine years.

You realized they could sell for a great price. Soon, a young artist himself, Paintroller, had heard the fuss over your work and wondered bitterly who you could be. He basically wished to challenge you, art is his element, and no one could take that away from him. But before he could stomp up to your taller form in some cases, he began to calm himself over the months: knowing a former artist always greeted another with class (tips fedora) with this, you began noticing him as an outlier from your fans.

not only that but the connection you felt knowing he was a shy drawer turned your sense of idea into a spark. it took a few weeks, but instead of shying away when you confronted him, he thought why not to join you. you appeared nicer than Kirby in his view, so he abided with your outlook on him.

Constantly, you'd offer advice from over the years of work you had made. He provided references you already knew but you took into account nonetheless. he was a cheerful friend, and once opening out to you after a few months of awkward and quiet talk, you realized he was just as friendly as some of your old friends. before taking another thought to contribute his personality in more elaborate detail, you heard a yell "Hey, the little puffball guy is here! he wants to see your stuff now, ___! come on, let's go!"

You hefted your own weight as you brushed your hands together to look at your piece: a portrait of every being and friend you've known throughout popstar you've come to love. You were proud, you usually would shy off your work: but generally, it was your finest piece yet done in the shortest time with the greatest meaning: friendship. Picking up the canvas carefully, having there be only one wet spot like a cell wall on the character: Kirby you knew it was small, but if that were to scrape, oh goodness you couldn't have such a thing occur.

You shivered, but shook the idea off and assumed it would dry properly if you were to run to the main room you and paint roller would always watch tv in. You skipped to paint roller before he allowed you out first with joyful eyes. As you exited, you began to dash your way to the main room, spotting the true one and only pink puffball, by himself almost drifting away on the couch. You assumed his team would accompany him, but you knew he would often travel alone to treat his own allies by himself. You wanted to get your friend's attention, crying out "well, Kirby, here it is, dude!" Kirby jumped up, immediately racing to the picture before making a sharp halt, mere inches away from the lovely display

he looked at all the angles, curves, pretty lighting and darkest shades, before finally looking to his own character in the front. He cried out to show he was in it "poyo!" he forgot how close he really was, as he touched the wet paint with slight force before the slippery substance forced his nubblet to swerve to the side, making the paint hit other characters in the drawing "po-poyo!" he sat back, putting his little arms in front of his face in ashamed shock "poyo poyo!" you looked confused, as paint roller rolled in with concern "everything okay in here?" you turned the painting around to look at the damage, gasping, you placed your hand over your mouth, your heart dropping "K-Kirby!"

Paint roller soon went over before grabbing the picture to spot the worrying area too, before his eyes widening in a disappointed look "oh...oh jee.."

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you sat in the room you previously were in, rolling the paintbrush you were using dreadfully in your cold hands. It was only seconds when you thought everything was okay. you could have prevented that by asking Kirby to wait, but...gosh, when will this afternoon stray away...You parted from the brush to place your hands over your eyes, knowing no one else way in the room, yet the door was a little bit open. Who cares? just a little weep. why did this have to-

"___! I was able to recolor the spot perfectly! i had to do a little magic, but in the end it worked out great, and-" he pushed slightly on the ajar door to see your form in the room, before seeing your weak state. He paused in worry before rolling to you, putting the painting down before stopping to you "___? ___! look at me! hey hey, why are there tears in those lovely eyes of yours? haha, come on, ___, give me your smile... look, look" you didn't want him to see your depressed state, but you didn't wish to budge either. you had heard his statement, and was relieved, but didn't know how to respond "h-hck-"

paint roller looked left and right for anything before giving you a nice, giant hug, making sure not to catch your hair in his fingers in the process. "there, there. Kirby really was sorry, he didn't mean to, ___. it's all better now, he's willing to see it again with your happy face around holding it! come on, let's show him one last time before we call it a night, huh?" looking up to him, you sniffled once more, before pecking his forehead "mm-hm, I suppose so" you got up, knowing his body was a statue before you left the room, painting in hand with a genuine smile plastered on your face; he spotted

"h-heh- that smile...my most favorite thing in the world"