welcome to the cul-de-sac

There goes a soft wolf noise when the small human yells at him. The words hit him. Jawbreaker? Hands off? Mutt?

The wolf eyes the prize within his jaws. Is this what the teen is seeking?

With a more compliant ‘hmm’ leaving his throat, the creature gently presses the object within his mouth onto the ground and relinquishes it from his hold, sitting back and wagging his tail to indicate his friendliness – make love, not war. The jawbreaker now sits free in its isolation.

Small flowers begin to sprout at his paws as part of a peace offering.

He didn’t expect a good ole’ scolding to work the first time around, but there shouldn’t be any room to complain. Well, besides the fact that his precious jawbreaker now had doggy drool all over it.

“Err, yeah! That’s what I thought!”

“And ANOTHER thing-... “ That’s when he noticed the dog... wolf? Dog-wolf? Was sitting with the most serene of expressions, which made the hunt all the less satisfying. Plus, it managed to summon several fresh flowers.

... what?

“I wouldn’t say I’m a true expert, but I have dabbled in it... somewhat! Actually, it’s something I would like to learn more about, that is, when time allots for me to do so.”

To say that Donbalon was confused was an understatement. Usually in order to scare someone he had to work to scare them. He didn’t normally scare people just by his appearance.

“Um… Are you okay there? I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“WOE IS THE SHOE WITHOUT THE SHOELACE! WOE IS TOAST WITHOUT ITS BUTTER! ED WILL NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN!”

“A good question! Well, I suppose it’s quite obvious that I have an affinity for romantic and classical pieces, which really help me relax and work through school materials.. And I’ll have to admit, Eddy indirectly got me interested in disco of all things. Perhaps having those records laying about had rubbed off on me. Hehe, these legs of mine do know how to jive, as they say!”

[嘟比] “Oh~?” Well, that quickly caught his attention. “Haha! What’s under there, hm? …Nah, I’m just pullin’ your leg.” He giggled playfully, giving a small wink to the hatted one. “What about the frail one? Hmhm~!”

“Hey - I’m proud of my small size if anything~!”

Who knew that a real dinosaur would turn out to be such a chatterbox? Still, Eddy and Ed were all too amused at their friend’s misfortune... that is, until it was the former’s turn.

@aestheddic

… What’s that weird round thing rolling on these streets?

Oh, well. Beggars can’t be choosers.

It feels awfully hard in his mouth. Do humans actually eat this?

“I’m tellin’ ya, I saw it roll this wa-... WHAT THE!?”

“HEY! HANDS OFF THE JAWBREAKER, MUTT!” Leave it to Eddy to be the only one willing to attack a dog for inadvertently stealing his loot.

“Bowser is this giant Koopa who has kidnapped me multiple times as well as terrorize my kingdom and people along with his minions.Koopas are these turtle creatures who walk on two feet. But you can’t miss Bowser if you see him. He’s much larger than most Koopas and wears a giant shell with spikes on it.”

“Goodness. That’s, erm... quite a bit to take in. W-We will make sure to proceed with utmost caution then.” By the unnerved look on his face, it goes without saying that he was intimidated by the thought of an overgrown turtle with its shell laden in spikes. Surely Ed must’ve shared the same sentiments?

Wendy was about to head back to her bed from watching the stars at the nursery’s window when she heard voices coming from behind her. She whipped her head around and saw the most peculiar thing. What on earth!? Why were there three boys in the wall? Her lagoon water eyes widened in surprise and confusion. 

“Oh my!” The twelve year old cried out, rushing over to them in the wall. “How on earth did you manage to get yourselves in there!?” She asked. 

“Oh, lemme tell you.” The shorter one spoke up, his tone clearly irritated yet as if it were no surprise. “Count Lumpula thought it’d be a good idea to chase this dumb mouse all around town and underground! Next thing we know? We end up in someone’s dang wall!”

“AND WOULD YA GET OFF MY FOOT, ED!?”

“Dusty, dusty, dusty... good lord, so much dust!”

It takes the garden gnome explorer a moment to recover, having just been knocked over like a Hocotatian bowling pin. Olimar might have assumed these strange life-forms–who, by some incredible coincidence, spoke the same exact language–had launched an attack on them; but, upon seeing the Pikmin alive and well, and no further move being made to harm him or his coworker, he started considering other possibilities. If the other’s exasperation was any indication, perhaps the collision had been nothing more than an accident. A painful accident, but an accident nonetheless. Olimar slowly sat up, looking about as dignified as a space elf clutching a turkey baster (and with a rotting banana peel mashed against his helmet) possibly could.

“Argh… pardon me for the intrusion, but my colleague and I are not garden gnomes.” There’s a grunt from Louie, still lying on the heap of trash beside him.

“…ow.”

“Not garden... wait, what?” Eddy would stare in place and blink a few times after one of them had spoken, as if becoming utterly dumbfounded. It was more or less the fact that they were indeed capable of human speech, let alone living and breathing. He rubbed his eyes to see if they were merely playing tricks on him, but alas, the two were indeed real.

“... we’ve been watching too much of your cheap B-movies, Ed.” Still, this would explain the appearance of a rocket ship still in mint condition.

Speaking of the big lump, he would quickly recover despite taking a nasty spill, only to scoop up Olimar into a hug. Or bearhug, since this is Ed we’re talking about here.

“Well now, that’s because I am alone! It’s no fun traveling with parents, you know.” Actually, she wouldn’t know it herself, as it was her first time traveling altogether.

“It’s silly to worry though, I’m not just lucky but I’ve learned from the best on traveling.”

"Y-You’ve learned the best? From whom? And just how long have you been traveling alone?!” He grew hysterical like a... well, an overly doting parent. Being a mama’s boy, Double D always followed the rules and bent nary a single one for his own convenience.