#phantompesadilla

Swiping bits of leaves and vegetation at her sides as she strided around in Somnom woods, a light wave of pride (and perhaps confidence) swept across her intellect. It wasn't often Lucille hiked so far away from home like this, thus, she felt maybe, perhaps, she had reached a new level of independence, as Lucille usually didn't venture outside of Mushrise Park (Even though Somnom wasn't TOO far away). Of course, the many feelings of pride and joy were quickly washed away when a sudden falling branch caused Lucille to emit a fearful squeal. It was a small branch at that, causing emotions of shame to plop in the Pi'llo's mindset afterwards for getting so startled at a miniscule treebranch.

   When he opened his sparkling windows, he unfortunately doesn’t think much of a flower on his windowsill. If anything, he thought that a spring breeze brought it here like any other sort of scatter pile of petals that appeared in or near his living quarters.

   He sweeps it off as he rests his arms and takes in the clear evening view, as well as his newly designed front court he was offered by the new inhabitants of Pi’illo island. It was one of the ways all the tourist catered construction was made up to him. His Kingdom was much bigger than it was several millennia ago, and it was with such that he had a lot more work on his hands. A lot of reclaiming of what foreigners thought were their’s, a lot of boundary setting, and a lot of learning about the new world around him.

   Now all that was left to do was to finally snooze and mingle. Perhaps maybe visit the mushroom kingdom for kicks. How long has he been working on his own kingdom day in and out? He has no count, perhaps close to a half a year or more. Nearly a year suddenly felt longer than his time imprisoned in the dreamworld. (Interesting.) An amused snort leaves him at the thought. He walks from the window seal to his bed. He quite literally had nothing to do.

And it felt so great to just lay here on his new mattress. 

Within several decades Kirby's pattern of sleep shifted mildly. While he still slept in the night, he didn't always sleep when the night was young. He was less sleepy than he was in infancy, and he simply developed a taste for the night under the literal batwings of MetaKnight. While he knew the magic shadow that tried to follow him wasn't recognized as the knight, he was kindly warm anyway.

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"I'm pretty popular today it seems, not that that's a bad thing." 

Daisy gave a wave and a little smile. "What's up? How's it going? Hopefuly it's not too warm for ya!"

It's highly unusual to see a pi'illo with bags under their eyes, but he's an unusual pi'illo in general and even gotten a little bit taller than he has already grown before.  He could've had the chance for sleep, but again denied himself this to be over at at Wake port all the way to the dead of night for an event he soldiered through very politely and admirably.

15 days until Christmas.