this place resembled the new world he and his subjects had found themselves in quite a bit - just a bit less⌠forgotten. the massive buildings were new and well-kept, and he had yet to see a waddle dee, the beast pack, or his friends from dream land here - leading him to conclude that this was not, in fact, the same realm heâd been in ( what seemed like ) only moments ago. he felt a bit frustrated by the fact that just when things seemed to be settled for a little while, a whole new world seemed to have abducted him. though after a few minutes, frustration gave way to worry.
   as foggy as his memories were with his time under the beast packâs control, it still felt far too recent. âhow long until this world claims you, too?â a voice asked him in his mind - his conscience, perhaps.
  these thoughts circled in his head as he continued working on his âsnackâ of assorted fruit ( just because he was worried didnât mean he couldnât be hungry, too! ), though he dropped an apple in surprise when he heard wings flapping overhead. the sound wasnât alarming as it was familiar, and he felt relief and hope bubble inside his chest. the king let out an audible sound of joy at seeing the knight. on impulse, he dropped the food and charged at the knight with open arms, intent on enveloping the other in a relieved embrace - but stopped when he took note of meta knightâs wings-. prepared to dodge, no doubt.
   guilt gnawed at him as he paused. he remembered âawakeningâ when kirby defeated him - and heâd unfortunately been possessed enough times to know what sort of things happened when he lost himself. sheepishly and apologetically, he rubbed the back of his neck; perhaps meta knightâs caution was warranted, seeing as they were in a new world, again. he had no way of knowing if this place, too, would begin to exert some effect over him.
Meta Knight flinches slightly, wings snapping further out, ready-- but even before the king stops, his arms are spread wide, unarmed. The knight stares as he stops, apologetic and subdued. Glances at the stash of fruit piled nearby.
Meta Knightâs wings droop as relief chases out the adrenaline, letting the ends of them drag over the grass. He closes the distance to Dedede on foot and sets a hand on his arm. This place may have forces yet unseen, certainly, but paranoia and division will bear them no solution.
Heâs usually at home in a fight (and perhaps, privately, he wishes he could have proven himself stronger than the beast-possessed king; there was no opportunity to return before Waddle Dee Town began demanding his full attention), but itâs clear how glad he is not to be having the fight he expected here. This is a place full of strangers, potential foes, and King Dedede is a friend. One he can depend on.