-Moulting of the Floof-
(Tulok / Meta Knight)
“T-Tulok, hold still!”
Meta held the squirming child in his grasp as he tried his best to brush the loose feathers from his son’s very fluffy wings. The old Knight gave a huff when Tulok’s wings sporadically flapped several seconds later- which resulted in a flurry of loose feathers flying everywhere.
“AAAAHHH!!” I’m, going bald!!!” Tulok cried when he saw the table he was sitting on covered in feathers. “Stop touching them, you’re making them fall off!!”
“Tulok, you’re not going bald, you’re-“ Meta’s sentence is cut short when Tulok’s wings hit him straight in the face. He let go of the child and clutched his face in pain, while Tulok used the opportunity make a run for it.
“M-mommaaa!!!” Tulok quickly escaped his father’s grasp and called out to his mother in the loudest voice a child could muster. Kirby entered the room where Meta was in, and gave a small laugh.
“How’s the molting coming along.” He asked, plucking a lone feather that landed on his head, before discarding it to the pile forming on the floor. “You’re covered in feathers.”
“I’m well aware of that, Kirby.” He swatted several feathers away from his face. “Now get Tulok before he wakes your mother up, and gets feathers all over the house.”
“Huh, I don’t remember my feathers being this troublesome…..” He blew several away that were closing in on his face. “Except that one time Marx got gum stuck on them…"
“Yes, well, luckily it wasn’t as bad with you like Tulok. Though your troublesome nature quickly made up for that…..” He mumbled.
“Hey!”
Meta held the squirming child in his grasp as he tried his best to brush the loose feathers from his son’s very fluffy wings. The old Knight gave a huff when Tulok’s wings sporadically flapped several seconds later- which resulted in a flurry of loose feathers flying everywhere.
“AAAAHHH!!” I’m, going bald!!!” Tulok cried when he saw the table he was sitting on covered in feathers. “Stop touching them, you’re making them fall off!!”
“Tulok, you’re not going bald, you’re-“ Meta’s sentence is cut short when Tulok’s wings hit him straight in the face. He let go of the child and clutched his face in pain, while Tulok used the opportunity make a run for it.
“M-mommaaa!!!” Tulok quickly escaped his father’s grasp and called out to his mother in the loudest voice a child could muster. Kirby entered the room where Meta was in, and gave a small laugh.
“How’s the molting coming along.” He asked, plucking a lone feather that landed on his head, before discarding it to the pile forming on the floor. “You’re covered in feathers.”
“I’m well aware of that, Kirby.” He swatted several feathers away from his face. “Now get Tulok before he wakes your mother up, and gets feathers all over the house.”
“Huh, I don’t remember my feathers being this troublesome…..” He blew several away that were closing in on his face. “Except that one time Marx got gum stuck on them…"
“Yes, well, luckily it wasn’t as bad with you like Tulok. Though your troublesome nature quickly made up for that…..” He mumbled.
“Hey!”
-End Drabble-
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Species © Nintendo/ HAL Laboratory
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem