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"Come on Dreamer poyo!" Kirby pulled on his paw again and lead him towards the GSA's base on Popstar, a base that was tucked away in the side of the cliff, just under the large overhang of rock and dirt that held up King Dedede's castle. Grumbling  quietly under his breath, the sefortian followed yanked his paw away from the pink starwarrior, uttering a 'personal space' as he did. Dreamer couldn't believe this kid, he was so dense! 

Just before this Dreamer had thrown bombs at him with the intent of blowing the winged warrior to-be to kingdom come, and instead of fearing him like any sensible person he ate the explosives and again changed his form, stating cluelessly and joyfully that indeed it was a great idea that he practice using that copy ability. Now the stupid kid wanted him to meet his friends, and apparently  'I don't want to meet your lame friends' meant 'yeah I totally want to go and see them let's go!'

The pink puff was oblivious and almost painfully cheerful, but yet again Dreamer didn't know anyone else so stupid to not notice his flat out bullying that he called playing, others would probably disagree with him on the spot, but not Kirby. No Kirby thought he was trying to help him train, trying to help him be a better starwhatit, and he really couldn't decide if it annoyed him more or amused him more. 

"I can't wait for you to meet Joe poyo, he's been my best friend since I was super little poyo, we fought together and took down this HUGGEEEE monster! He's kinda gruff and a bit scary sometimes but he's nice I promise," Kirby babbled on as he lead on the pale peach coloured sefortian, who was hardly listening and more so taking in the scenery. Cappytown was the kind of town he liked, small, without a good law force and full of easily swayed idiots that without a problem he could swindle cash from. It was also just nice in the fact that it wasn't covered in factories and still had plants and trees, even if every other day something seemed to catch on fire or a screaming blond teenager seemed to have more brain cells than literally the entire population put together. 

"Dreamer poyo are you paying attention?" Kirby tugged his paw again, and he merely rolled his eyes and turned to look, breaking out of his trance only to stifle a gasp. Kirby's friend was taller than he had expected, and while he didn't have an appearance that Dreamer would call frightening, that LOOK in his eyes told another story. Those eyes had the look that said if given a chance, this human could and would beat him into next week and not regret it for a second.

"Hey ya Kirbs, who's this?" Joe reached up and gave his nose a scratch, Kirby didn't notice Dreamer's sudden change of attitude, rather just used a wing to gently nudge Dreamer closer. 

"This is Dreamer poy, I met him while I was training in the woods with Sir Meta Knight poyo! He can use magic!" Kirby beamed, while Kirby was positively livid with excitement, Dreamer was ready for Knuckle Joe to attack him, and trembled. That,  Kirby noticed, go figure. "What's wrong poyo?"

He gave a nervous laugh and waved his paws, head shaking. "O-oh nothings wrong Kirby, just suddenly a bit cold is all, phew it's chilly today!" A lie, Dreamland was tropical and never cold, but Kirby was as dense as ever and hastily ran off much to his horror. 

"Hang on poyo I'll be right back! I'm gonna go find something to become Fire Kirby poyo!" He called, leaving the horrified sefortian with the second strongest apprentice in the GSA, who wasted no time towering over him and giving him the look that said he knew every horrible thing he had ever done to Kirby. With a sharp crack from either knuckle Joe gave a small laugh.

"Okay listen up, cause imma make this crystal clear for you. You hurt him, I END you, got it?"