#floweyssspring

He's merely watching this time.

Pouring himself a steaming cup of tea in a fancy little cup and sipping it daintily with a pinkie out. Yep, no embarrassing himself this year. He's a movie star, after all.

...an entirely new host. Gone was Nightmare and all of NME, and instead was a talking flower in their place.

From what it sounds like, some didn't mind nor care about the change at all, while others were more than delighted to see them gone from the Manor premises.

" ......."

...And yet. Only one remained quiet, finding the change sudden after returning from one year.

"Hey, cheer up! So what if it's a different host this time around? Master Hand's gotta have his reason to get someone new this time around! ...Not sure why a flower, but what do I know?"

It is... difficult. Not like back home. Back home, there were waves. Numbers. That was how the enemy had tried to win. Overwhelming, bit by bit, but this had been different - too different, too alien, too dangerous. He can feel the thing in him starting to tense up. The pain is fading, the more he lingers, until there's no sensation at all, and...

he has to stop.

Don't worry, he's still smiling. Nobody can see it, but he'll never stop smiling, you know? Otherwise, why would he have a name like that?

But while Sorriso's forced to tap out...

This...

sucks.

This sucks so much. Yeah, okay, it's kind of like fighting a trick guest. Some of them have been worse (he'll never get over fucking Philip, Wings that guy was a massive fucking pain) but this... is a chore.

Yeah, that's right. Roland's getting bored with the attack loop. At first his dodges were confident, almost lackadasical. His eyes looked sharp, his face wore an easy smirk - but as time wore on, the smile dropped. The dodges had less movement.

"Is this really it?" he finally asks. "This isn't enough for a seven-day fight. I'm bored."

And there it was. The "b" word. Bored.

"...Oh! Thank you for the shoes!" He... he won? This is the first time he's ever won anything in these events. Looks like the stars were on his side that day.

"Congrats, poy'!" 'Kirby' was glad that at least his seminar-friend got his first win in ages. The box inside wasn't a wee bit jealous, no; those shoes would've been too big on him, anyways.

"Guess you gotta save those shoes for later or somethin', the next one's a new type of rush going against the Assist Trophies."

Neither of them broke past 11 assist fighters.

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"Not so bad... not terrible. I'm not really the gardener in this group, though." He wipes some scattered petals off of himself. A few flowers got a bit crushed...

The not-Mii inside the not-banana-costume had found a poster of the Spring Smash Seminar posted close to the studio. It wasn't the first time that she's seen one before, but the real DB hadn't let her be able to participate previously for 'not being ready yet'.

It has been more than a year since she privately trained. She felt that with her 'Guest' being unavailable to attend this year for 'being on break', Bahn would instead take his place (without him knowing) and see if her solo training would pay off.

...But making bouquets was not an event she had anticipated. Nevertheless, the 'banana' rushed to get as many done as possible.

Normally a decent number, wouldn't it? It's only when she saw other scores pop up that she realized that it could've been better.

[....INADEQUATE.]

Meanwhile, the two odd puffs, experienced in expecting the unexpected, did remarkably well given the time limit.

"Wow! Umm... kinda cool, poy'. (..Am I allowed to take maybe one afterwards? Qucy would totally love these if I brought it to her!!) "

...Flowers. How... peaceful. Popopo's seen his fair share of wishes for flowers. It certainly fit the theme of the season of spring, no doubt.

"...I wonder what these flowers are for."

Why, of course he is!