Sweet Tooth
Tulok /Kirby
Kirby is great. Greatest son Meta and Kes could ask for. He goes over the top to make them all happy and defend Pop Star at the same time, and neither of them could be any more proud of him. But.
"I really don't know about this."
"Come on, it'll be fun!"
Kirby grins and practically shoves the invitation in their faces. It's sleek black, decorated in tasteful stars, something a business man might hold onto, and Meta knows exactly what it is. The Shooting Star, probably one of the fanciest restaurants this side of the planet, difficult to even pay for let alone manage to make a reservation for. He never would have thought he could have had the opportunity to dine at a place like this with his wife, and the temptation is fierce, but--
"Kirby, I don't think you know exactly how to babysit a toddler." Kes' voice is calm, if a trace wary. Nail right on the head, there.
Because that's the issue. They have a toddler who is every bit an Ice Leo as the rest of them, and even with him and Kes working together to wrangle the little ice cube, Tulok is still a handful. And Kirby, the big brother who had never had the responsibility of childrearing, couldn't possibly know the actual sweat and tears that went into it.
"I mean, we appreciate the thought, really! We'd love to go to a place like this, but..." Kes chews her lip for the words, as if trying to cushion her son from some kind of painful, verbal blow. "Well, young children are handfuls at the best of times, and Tulok needs both of us to keep him from getting into trouble. You would get pretty exhausted, and who knows what trouble that boy could get into..."
Kirby, who has fought demon beasts and intergalactic threats, is far from worried. If anything, the furrow of his brow speaks of fond annoyance, because his parents have always been like this, worrying and motherhenning. He feels like a child again. "You aren't giving me enough credit, ma! I know I have my patrols, but I've seen what you guys do with the little guy! I know his bedtime routines, how he likes his bath water, what to do if he gets sick, how he likes his food and what not to give him... I've got this down. You don't need to worry!" And since the little incident at the beach, he's a lot more aware of Tulok's thing about water. He's got this in the bag.
"I don't know..."
"Really, guys. Give yourself a break. You haven't had one since Tulok came home from the hospital, you know that? Nothing will happen on my watch! Go treat yourselves for once!"
Kes and Meta exchange a long look, Kirby standing tall and eager in front of them. He knows he's right; they hadn't had a break in literal years, and they could really use one. What's the worst that could happen?
"I...suppose it might be nice to take a few hours off..." Is what comes from his father's mouth finally, after a long and uncertain quiet, and Kirby has to hold back the urge to jump for joy like he's a child again.
"You won't regret it, guys! Me and Tulok are gonna have a blast, he won't even know you two are gone!"
So they agree, which Kirby is happy about, but he still gets absolutely grilled on how to handle his brother when he wakes up from his nap. Everything from bath time to food portions, how to handle him when he's angry or sad or throwing a tantrum, phone numbers in case something happens, Kes hammers it all into his head and he's smart enough not to really tell them that they're being a little overbearing. Just go with it and they'll leave.
And eventually, when the sun has set on the sky and the blue of day has twisted to the violet of evening, his parents do! Kirby is there with Tulok in arm to see them off, laughing and shoving them out with his wings the whole way despite how reluctant they look even now. "Your table isn't going to wait for you forever, guys! Go, we'll be fine, right buddy?"
"Yeah...!"
"See? He agrees!"
And finally, off they go after a few more goodbyes and 'I love yous,' and Kirby and Tulok find themselves back in the house once they've lost sight of them. Kirby lets the little guy down to stand on his own two feet and glances at the clock to check for the first task of the night, humming when he sees the number seven. "Looks like it's dinner time for you, huh? Let's see what mom made, huh?"
Beef stew with rice is the meal of the day, already prepackaged and cut into tiny pieces for Tulok to have fun eating when Kirby checks on the fridge. It's easy enough to heat up, get Tulok's little fork and spoon, and Kirby piles on a heapful of food for his own plate because of course mom made enough to feed six people. Honestly, why were they so worried? This is easy!
"Okay, squirt! Dinner's ready, come get your food!"
Quiet. Kirby doesn't think anything of it. Tulok had gone back to his room, last he'd seen on the way to the kitchen.
"Tuloook, food! I know you like food!" He steps into the hallway, leaning out towards the direction of the bedrooms and letting his voice carry over. Nothing.
Geez, when did he learn to like playing more than eating?
"Buddy..." He makes his way down the hall, trying not to sound concerned but nonetheless sounding so anyhow, peeking into the boy's room to see if he might be able to coax him out of whatever it was that had caught his interest so much. He assumed he would be stacking blocks, or rifling around for toy weapons, or something.
Tulok wasn't even there.
"Oh boy."
He looks. Calling out Tulok's name, he traverses his room like a whirlwind tearing right through, in the closet, under the bed, the sheets, inside his toy chest, trying to swallow back the rising stream of panic threatening to strangle his chest the longer he goes without finding him. Tulok had never been a hide-and-seek kind of boy, and he'd always loved eating over playing if he could help it, but Kirby had just assumed...
As he steps out of Tulok's room, empty of its occupant, he tries to think frantically on where he could have gone. The door is closed and Tulok is too short to reach the knob, so it couldn't have been that he'd wandered outside. Not the kitchen, not the living room. Where--
Something rustles. Crinkles. Kirby freezes, his wings stiff behind him. Again, that sound, multiple ones actually, and it sounds kind of familiar, like...
He turns his head, slowly. Further down the hall. See how the door to his parents' room is open, just a bit. Just enough for a child to squirm on through if he tried. The sound of wrappers. And he /knows./
"Ohhh no."
He practically stampedes into their parents' room for all of his sudden panic, resisting the urge to slam the door wide on its hinges in his haste to reach the boy. And he doesn't have to look far at all when he reaches the room, because Tulok is right there in front of him. Tulok on the floor and a giant pile of candy surrounding him like mountains of sugary goodness, pilfered from their father's candy jar which is lying innocent and bereft on the floor.
Kirby has known fear many times in his life. He's never let it get the best of him even at the worst of times. This, though? This is what's going to do him in.
Their parents are gonna /kill/ him.
"Tulok--"
He rushes over to scoop the boy up, dwarfed under his hands, and that had been the /wrong/ thing to do. Tulok, dragged away from the spoils of his labor, whines, then shrieks, flailing his arms in one of the quickest temper tantrums Kirby has ever seen, fuelled by sugar and want and childish fury. Oh NOVA, oh no, he messed up, he messed up so bad--
"Here!!"
Frantically, Kirby shoves a chocolate bonbon in Tulok's little toddler hands, ignoring the fact that he already has one in his mouth. It catches his attention, sweet relief, long enough to quiet him down, and Kirby takes them both out of the room as he tries to think quickly about what to do. Tulok got into the candy jar, okay, but worse than that he was a mess. Candy stuck to his hair, his wings from where he'd alternated eating one piece of candy or another, unable to choose.
Kirby knew how having something stuck to his wings felt, had gotten gum stuck to the feathers once when Marx decided it would be funny to play a mean prank on him. It had taken almost an hour to get it all out, the risk of pulling out healthy, vibrant feathers, and he'd been sore in his wing for hours after. He'd hated it.
And now Kirby was going to have to clean his brother.
Kirby is the big brother. He's fun, he's happy-go-lucky, he doesn't force Tulok to do anything he doesn't want to. Their dad is different. He knows how to get Tulok to listen. So when he finally brings Tulok into the kitchen, where a little basin sits just for occasions like this, and starts to take a cursory examination of the child's wings, they flick and flap with each prod, childish annoyance clear on Tulok's face despite how focused he is on the candy in his grip.
"Okay, little guy. We got a busy road ahead of us. Think you can cooperate?" Kirby tries as jovially as he can, even when the words go through one ear and out the other. It was worth a shot, right? Thankfully, it looks like most of the candy in his wings is the hard variety - nothing like gum in there matting up the feathers...
"You know, dad's probably going to take away the candy after this, right? If you don't let me get it out of your feathers, he's gonna be maaaad..."
Tulok barely even twitches. The power of candy is too great to ignore. Kirby gets that.
Kirby lets out a huff through his mouth and tries to think, setting Tulok in his little basin so he doesn't accidentally fall off of the counter. How do you get a toddler to cooperate when a buffet is right in front of him? He doesn't know. Kirby had never been the most cooperative about food either...
He watches absently as Tulok finishes the chocolate in his hands, licking up the smears for good measure before glancing around with a mouth that looks terribly sticky. His wings are jutting out to the sides, crammed in by the basin in which he sits, and when he sees the candy attached he lets out a noise and reaches for another piece, whining when the candy won't come off.
It's like a light-bulb going off in Kirby's mind. They're so similar it's uncanny, and of course Tulok would be as food motivated as /he/ is.
"Hey, Tulok! Guess what!" A glance of attention, perfect. He's getting somewhere! "If you let me clean you up, you can have all the candy you want! In fact, I'll even take you to the candy store tomorrow! Promise!" And Kirby never breaks promises, does he?
It works like a charm. Tulok's little expression grows absolutely mesmerized by the idea, and Kirby winks with a grin. "But we have to get this candy out of you first. Got it? No candy store if we can't clean you up!"
"Okay!"
Sweet NOVA, that was easy.
His wing raises up in assent, spread wide as much as he's able to have it with the candy glued to his feathers, and Kirby gets to work as quickly as a Star Warrior like him can. Soap, water, a gentle lather, wiping at the wings and working the stickiness of sugar out of the feathers until they finally wiggle loose. It isn't an easy process, even with how he cleans until the candy effectively slips off; poor guy keeps yelping with each tug, and Kirby has to take breaks to massage his feathers and murmur comforting nothings. Honestly though, compared to Marx, it goes by very quickly.
Eventually, all of the candy from his wings is off, dumped in a bowl to deal with later, and Kirby allows himself one minute to rest until he moves to the boy's hair which is somehow worse off than his wings had ever been. Bits of chocolate, easy enough, gumdrops? Well, that shouldn't be hard-- A lollipop? How did a lollipop get in there, of all things?
Kirby groans and stomps off to the bathroom. Scissors. He's going to need scissors. Hopefully, the parents won't notice until Kirby takes the boy to get a proper haircut.
(Oh, they are definitely going to notice.)
The process of cleaning out his hair at least goes a bit faster than his wings, although Kirby has to give Tulok another piece of candy to calm him down when he starts to get huffy over the abuse to his poor scalp. He makes sure to keep conservative with the scissors, trimming only the parts that are too gunked to hassle with, mostly around the lollipop, and by the time he's done there's a very small pile of hair to accompany the pile of sticky sweets lying in the bowl.
Tulok, finally, is done. Messy, feathers rustled, needs a good hair brushing, but he's clean and Kirby lets himself sag with a sigh. Okay. Okay, he's done it. Finally.
"Let's...get some dinner."
Everything else goes by quickly, once all is said an done. Dinner is had late but eaten with enthusiasm, and then Tulok gets a nice bath with water just the way he likes it, and somehow it goes by far faster than Kirby would have expected. By the time he tucks Tulok in bed for the evening, the boy is wiped, and he suspects he's had about an exhausting day as Kirby himself has had. He has a lot to sleep off.
By the time the parents return an hour later, Kirby is half-dead on his feet, but that doesn't stop him from giving them an award-winning smile when Meta asks somewhat anxiously how everything went. "Good! Great! Tulok was a sweet boy and we didn't have any trouble at all. Told you guys you didn't have to worry."
"Hm... Maybe you're right... Thank you, Kirby, we really appreciate it!"
And then they head off, and Kirby waits until they're out of sight to sag into the couch with an exhausted groan. How was he supposed to know it was going to wind up like this? But he did it. He cleaned his little brother, got everything in order, managed to avoid the wrath of the parents as a sweet cherry on top. Everything went perfectly and now he could /sleep/.
"Kirby..."
A voice. A familiar voice, echoing down the hall, and Kirby's wings freeze up because he knows that tone. He knows it well.
"Why is my candy jar spilled all over the floor? Young man?"
And as irate feet once again make their way across the floor to the living room, Kirby drags over a pillow and yells quietly into the fabric. He's not getting any sleep anytime soon tonight, is he?
"I really don't know about this."
"Come on, it'll be fun!"
Kirby grins and practically shoves the invitation in their faces. It's sleek black, decorated in tasteful stars, something a business man might hold onto, and Meta knows exactly what it is. The Shooting Star, probably one of the fanciest restaurants this side of the planet, difficult to even pay for let alone manage to make a reservation for. He never would have thought he could have had the opportunity to dine at a place like this with his wife, and the temptation is fierce, but--
"Kirby, I don't think you know exactly how to babysit a toddler." Kes' voice is calm, if a trace wary. Nail right on the head, there.
Because that's the issue. They have a toddler who is every bit an Ice Leo as the rest of them, and even with him and Kes working together to wrangle the little ice cube, Tulok is still a handful. And Kirby, the big brother who had never had the responsibility of childrearing, couldn't possibly know the actual sweat and tears that went into it.
"I mean, we appreciate the thought, really! We'd love to go to a place like this, but..." Kes chews her lip for the words, as if trying to cushion her son from some kind of painful, verbal blow. "Well, young children are handfuls at the best of times, and Tulok needs both of us to keep him from getting into trouble. You would get pretty exhausted, and who knows what trouble that boy could get into..."
Kirby, who has fought demon beasts and intergalactic threats, is far from worried. If anything, the furrow of his brow speaks of fond annoyance, because his parents have always been like this, worrying and motherhenning. He feels like a child again. "You aren't giving me enough credit, ma! I know I have my patrols, but I've seen what you guys do with the little guy! I know his bedtime routines, how he likes his bath water, what to do if he gets sick, how he likes his food and what not to give him... I've got this down. You don't need to worry!" And since the little incident at the beach, he's a lot more aware of Tulok's thing about water. He's got this in the bag.
"I don't know..."
"Really, guys. Give yourself a break. You haven't had one since Tulok came home from the hospital, you know that? Nothing will happen on my watch! Go treat yourselves for once!"
Kes and Meta exchange a long look, Kirby standing tall and eager in front of them. He knows he's right; they hadn't had a break in literal years, and they could really use one. What's the worst that could happen?
"I...suppose it might be nice to take a few hours off..." Is what comes from his father's mouth finally, after a long and uncertain quiet, and Kirby has to hold back the urge to jump for joy like he's a child again.
"You won't regret it, guys! Me and Tulok are gonna have a blast, he won't even know you two are gone!"
So they agree, which Kirby is happy about, but he still gets absolutely grilled on how to handle his brother when he wakes up from his nap. Everything from bath time to food portions, how to handle him when he's angry or sad or throwing a tantrum, phone numbers in case something happens, Kes hammers it all into his head and he's smart enough not to really tell them that they're being a little overbearing. Just go with it and they'll leave.
And eventually, when the sun has set on the sky and the blue of day has twisted to the violet of evening, his parents do! Kirby is there with Tulok in arm to see them off, laughing and shoving them out with his wings the whole way despite how reluctant they look even now. "Your table isn't going to wait for you forever, guys! Go, we'll be fine, right buddy?"
"Yeah...!"
"See? He agrees!"
And finally, off they go after a few more goodbyes and 'I love yous,' and Kirby and Tulok find themselves back in the house once they've lost sight of them. Kirby lets the little guy down to stand on his own two feet and glances at the clock to check for the first task of the night, humming when he sees the number seven. "Looks like it's dinner time for you, huh? Let's see what mom made, huh?"
Beef stew with rice is the meal of the day, already prepackaged and cut into tiny pieces for Tulok to have fun eating when Kirby checks on the fridge. It's easy enough to heat up, get Tulok's little fork and spoon, and Kirby piles on a heapful of food for his own plate because of course mom made enough to feed six people. Honestly, why were they so worried? This is easy!
"Okay, squirt! Dinner's ready, come get your food!"
Quiet. Kirby doesn't think anything of it. Tulok had gone back to his room, last he'd seen on the way to the kitchen.
"Tuloook, food! I know you like food!" He steps into the hallway, leaning out towards the direction of the bedrooms and letting his voice carry over. Nothing.
Geez, when did he learn to like playing more than eating?
"Buddy..." He makes his way down the hall, trying not to sound concerned but nonetheless sounding so anyhow, peeking into the boy's room to see if he might be able to coax him out of whatever it was that had caught his interest so much. He assumed he would be stacking blocks, or rifling around for toy weapons, or something.
Tulok wasn't even there.
"Oh boy."
He looks. Calling out Tulok's name, he traverses his room like a whirlwind tearing right through, in the closet, under the bed, the sheets, inside his toy chest, trying to swallow back the rising stream of panic threatening to strangle his chest the longer he goes without finding him. Tulok had never been a hide-and-seek kind of boy, and he'd always loved eating over playing if he could help it, but Kirby had just assumed...
As he steps out of Tulok's room, empty of its occupant, he tries to think frantically on where he could have gone. The door is closed and Tulok is too short to reach the knob, so it couldn't have been that he'd wandered outside. Not the kitchen, not the living room. Where--
Something rustles. Crinkles. Kirby freezes, his wings stiff behind him. Again, that sound, multiple ones actually, and it sounds kind of familiar, like...
He turns his head, slowly. Further down the hall. See how the door to his parents' room is open, just a bit. Just enough for a child to squirm on through if he tried. The sound of wrappers. And he /knows./
"Ohhh no."
He practically stampedes into their parents' room for all of his sudden panic, resisting the urge to slam the door wide on its hinges in his haste to reach the boy. And he doesn't have to look far at all when he reaches the room, because Tulok is right there in front of him. Tulok on the floor and a giant pile of candy surrounding him like mountains of sugary goodness, pilfered from their father's candy jar which is lying innocent and bereft on the floor.
Kirby has known fear many times in his life. He's never let it get the best of him even at the worst of times. This, though? This is what's going to do him in.
Their parents are gonna /kill/ him.
"Tulok--"
He rushes over to scoop the boy up, dwarfed under his hands, and that had been the /wrong/ thing to do. Tulok, dragged away from the spoils of his labor, whines, then shrieks, flailing his arms in one of the quickest temper tantrums Kirby has ever seen, fuelled by sugar and want and childish fury. Oh NOVA, oh no, he messed up, he messed up so bad--
"Here!!"
Frantically, Kirby shoves a chocolate bonbon in Tulok's little toddler hands, ignoring the fact that he already has one in his mouth. It catches his attention, sweet relief, long enough to quiet him down, and Kirby takes them both out of the room as he tries to think quickly about what to do. Tulok got into the candy jar, okay, but worse than that he was a mess. Candy stuck to his hair, his wings from where he'd alternated eating one piece of candy or another, unable to choose.
Kirby knew how having something stuck to his wings felt, had gotten gum stuck to the feathers once when Marx decided it would be funny to play a mean prank on him. It had taken almost an hour to get it all out, the risk of pulling out healthy, vibrant feathers, and he'd been sore in his wing for hours after. He'd hated it.
And now Kirby was going to have to clean his brother.
Kirby is the big brother. He's fun, he's happy-go-lucky, he doesn't force Tulok to do anything he doesn't want to. Their dad is different. He knows how to get Tulok to listen. So when he finally brings Tulok into the kitchen, where a little basin sits just for occasions like this, and starts to take a cursory examination of the child's wings, they flick and flap with each prod, childish annoyance clear on Tulok's face despite how focused he is on the candy in his grip.
"Okay, little guy. We got a busy road ahead of us. Think you can cooperate?" Kirby tries as jovially as he can, even when the words go through one ear and out the other. It was worth a shot, right? Thankfully, it looks like most of the candy in his wings is the hard variety - nothing like gum in there matting up the feathers...
"You know, dad's probably going to take away the candy after this, right? If you don't let me get it out of your feathers, he's gonna be maaaad..."
Tulok barely even twitches. The power of candy is too great to ignore. Kirby gets that.
Kirby lets out a huff through his mouth and tries to think, setting Tulok in his little basin so he doesn't accidentally fall off of the counter. How do you get a toddler to cooperate when a buffet is right in front of him? He doesn't know. Kirby had never been the most cooperative about food either...
He watches absently as Tulok finishes the chocolate in his hands, licking up the smears for good measure before glancing around with a mouth that looks terribly sticky. His wings are jutting out to the sides, crammed in by the basin in which he sits, and when he sees the candy attached he lets out a noise and reaches for another piece, whining when the candy won't come off.
It's like a light-bulb going off in Kirby's mind. They're so similar it's uncanny, and of course Tulok would be as food motivated as /he/ is.
"Hey, Tulok! Guess what!" A glance of attention, perfect. He's getting somewhere! "If you let me clean you up, you can have all the candy you want! In fact, I'll even take you to the candy store tomorrow! Promise!" And Kirby never breaks promises, does he?
It works like a charm. Tulok's little expression grows absolutely mesmerized by the idea, and Kirby winks with a grin. "But we have to get this candy out of you first. Got it? No candy store if we can't clean you up!"
"Okay!"
Sweet NOVA, that was easy.
His wing raises up in assent, spread wide as much as he's able to have it with the candy glued to his feathers, and Kirby gets to work as quickly as a Star Warrior like him can. Soap, water, a gentle lather, wiping at the wings and working the stickiness of sugar out of the feathers until they finally wiggle loose. It isn't an easy process, even with how he cleans until the candy effectively slips off; poor guy keeps yelping with each tug, and Kirby has to take breaks to massage his feathers and murmur comforting nothings. Honestly though, compared to Marx, it goes by very quickly.
Eventually, all of the candy from his wings is off, dumped in a bowl to deal with later, and Kirby allows himself one minute to rest until he moves to the boy's hair which is somehow worse off than his wings had ever been. Bits of chocolate, easy enough, gumdrops? Well, that shouldn't be hard-- A lollipop? How did a lollipop get in there, of all things?
Kirby groans and stomps off to the bathroom. Scissors. He's going to need scissors. Hopefully, the parents won't notice until Kirby takes the boy to get a proper haircut.
(Oh, they are definitely going to notice.)
The process of cleaning out his hair at least goes a bit faster than his wings, although Kirby has to give Tulok another piece of candy to calm him down when he starts to get huffy over the abuse to his poor scalp. He makes sure to keep conservative with the scissors, trimming only the parts that are too gunked to hassle with, mostly around the lollipop, and by the time he's done there's a very small pile of hair to accompany the pile of sticky sweets lying in the bowl.
Tulok, finally, is done. Messy, feathers rustled, needs a good hair brushing, but he's clean and Kirby lets himself sag with a sigh. Okay. Okay, he's done it. Finally.
"Let's...get some dinner."
Everything else goes by quickly, once all is said an done. Dinner is had late but eaten with enthusiasm, and then Tulok gets a nice bath with water just the way he likes it, and somehow it goes by far faster than Kirby would have expected. By the time he tucks Tulok in bed for the evening, the boy is wiped, and he suspects he's had about an exhausting day as Kirby himself has had. He has a lot to sleep off.
By the time the parents return an hour later, Kirby is half-dead on his feet, but that doesn't stop him from giving them an award-winning smile when Meta asks somewhat anxiously how everything went. "Good! Great! Tulok was a sweet boy and we didn't have any trouble at all. Told you guys you didn't have to worry."
"Hm... Maybe you're right... Thank you, Kirby, we really appreciate it!"
And then they head off, and Kirby waits until they're out of sight to sag into the couch with an exhausted groan. How was he supposed to know it was going to wind up like this? But he did it. He cleaned his little brother, got everything in order, managed to avoid the wrath of the parents as a sweet cherry on top. Everything went perfectly and now he could /sleep/.
"Kirby..."
A voice. A familiar voice, echoing down the hall, and Kirby's wings freeze up because he knows that tone. He knows it well.
"Why is my candy jar spilled all over the floor? Young man?"
And as irate feet once again make their way across the floor to the living room, Kirby drags over a pillow and yells quietly into the fabric. He's not getting any sleep anytime soon tonight, is he?
-The End-
Artist Comment:
August 26, 2021
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UH-OH!!! Tulok, you truly are like your father. XD SO MUCH CANDY!!! It was a huge challenge to finish, but I really like how it turned out!!! It was even, dare I say, fun to draw and color everything! <333
** I also wrote a mini continuation to this one-shot! You can read it here! It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it!
Edit: Okay, so I just realized this one-shot talks about an incident I never posted before. It honestly slipped my mind, and I DO have a sketch for it pending, buuuut...I never got to it. XDDD It was when Kirby takes Tulok to the beach, and he finds out how much Tulok hates the ocean. The drawing itself won't be posted for a long while, BUT you can read the literature piece here for context.
The one-shot for the illustration above was commissioned by my good friend, Dogblog. (dA- Shadowrealmprincess)
August 26, 2021
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UH-OH!!! Tulok, you truly are like your father. XD SO MUCH CANDY!!! It was a huge challenge to finish, but I really like how it turned out!!! It was even, dare I say, fun to draw and color everything! <333
** I also wrote a mini continuation to this one-shot! You can read it here! It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it!
Edit: Okay, so I just realized this one-shot talks about an incident I never posted before. It honestly slipped my mind, and I DO have a sketch for it pending, buuuut...I never got to it. XDDD It was when Kirby takes Tulok to the beach, and he finds out how much Tulok hates the ocean. The drawing itself won't be posted for a long while, BUT you can read the literature piece here for context.
The one-shot for the illustration above was commissioned by my good friend, Dogblog. (dA- Shadowrealmprincess)
Species © Nintendo/ HAL Laboratory
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
