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@pvachypessa cont.

Given how she shrinks a moment at his teasing inquiry, he figures she isn't quite a royal puppet yet. At least she was self aware that she did in fact sound like a big nerd. Am amused puff from the Kong is abruptly concentrated upwards, knocking the drooping end of his hair curl up and back where it settled off center again - just on the opposite side this go round; never could walk the straight and narrow like a prince ought to.

"Dignity, huh? I musta been born with a deficit in that. But I made out pretty well in somethin'." A curl of his arm once Peach had steadied herself reveals a more prominent bicep peak that hadn't come of simply carrying a microphone around. Welp. That took care of Dad's mission for him for the day. The Kong prince's irritated question on what even was he supposed to do at some flowery festival had been met with a twinkle in the eye and a few condoning pats to the cheek, followed by a coddling toned 'ahhh you'll find something. Just make sure they all get a good look at those muscles so you look useful.'

"No problem, 'princess' ~" He assures, a smile wormed into the corner of his mouth as he parked himself on his knuckles beside her. "Only knot that guy's ever gonna tie is when I get a hold of him and tie him up like a pretzel."

He waits a total of six seconds for her to make the climb to his shoulder before helping out with his cheek dipping inward to scoop her up the rest of the way. It's a fluid motion that's combined with him already padding forward. Once they'd made it to another road block of Toads deeper into the town center, he lowers himself briefly into his limbs, a wiggle in place to charge up his next move. "All right, hang on if ya don't want a concussion-" And with that, he'd sprung into the air with a good deal of force. With his size, the Toads caught below his landing would surely become pancakes- but lucky for them, he'd already scouted a Kong-friendly path ahead.

He grabs ahold of a street lamp, but hardly lingers and launches from that immediately to another, and still another after that until finally launching them both onto the nearest shop's rooftop. Glancing over his shoulder afterwards at the slight panic the display caused below, he snorts and reaches up to adjust his passenger closer to his neck. "You'd think they're dealin' with a kidnappin' or something. Guess we ought to climb the nearest tower and really freak'em out."

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I’m gonna try to do a few of these each week until Ultimate releases 💪💀💦

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@koopzilla

Though the decision had been riddled with some initial hesitance, the Kong prince eventually buckled to the idea with making a deal with the devil he knew, so to say. Once the lack of time he truly had to venture through the ice caverns and retrieve the balm of the ancient sickness spreading through the jungle kingdom, innate pride was easier to swallow, though hardly tasted any less bitter on the way down. Still, though they'd parted ways a number of times on foul terms, the Kong prince at least knew what he was getting himself into-...for the most part.

With the infernal collar snug around his neck in place of a tie, he stood in the warming pen he'd been in an out of since learning how to stoke the magical fire brewing in his gut. Such spirits would sooner leave him if it were not for the channeling link between the cursed deal embedded in the very threads of both his and the tyrant's chokers. With it, DK could call up the same flammable magic from within the darkest depths of his that merely mirrored the Koopa King's and coaxed the same current to call it forth. Still, the depths of a Koopa was likely more forgiving of such high internal temperatures concentrated into steel-melting blasts compared to a Kong whose stomach would burn for hours just from a plate of spicy noodles.

Hand flat against the wall, he'd been pacing around restlessly until he had to stop and steady himself. The room was filled with glowing coal, and the heat was so concentrated in some spots that it rose visible and wavy off the rocky floor. Lava glowed from small, surrounding pools bubbling in tidepool-like pockets. As sweat dripped down the Kong's maw, he fought the urge to shake and get himself even more heated. Passerby koopas didn't seem the least bit perturbed, if only from the environment- though the Kong in the environment drew a few passing sneers.

The longer the trial of 'warming up' went on, the more it was causing the prince to burn up any semblance of patience he had for the process. Or whatever Bowser had called it. So much so that all it took to set him off was a smug, passing comment about slow-smoked Kong being on the menu. With yellow flames spilling out of his maw, tendrils like a brightly colored octopus fighting to escape a mouth whole, he turns to snarl a fiery warning that served to quicken a koopa's pace through the next series of corridors leading out. Focusing on the infernal link, he then shoved his thoughts against the deal holder's - wordless, but clear all the same.

How is this helping anything!? I'm comin' out.

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📣 + Mario, Luigi, Peach and/or Bowser (if you don't want to do all four xD)

SEND [ 📣 + a topic ] FOR A VOICE LINE MY MUSE WOULD HAVE ABOUT THAT TOPIC.

Mario//

"Him? AGAIN? You know we could be doing something way more relaxing than wasting time PRATTling on bout that loser. Like napping on a nail bed."

Luigi//

"... something's not right about that one. I legit saw him stop to pick up a worm on the path and set it aside. Green bananas taste a little off, but this is next level 'off'."

Peach//

"No, I'm not officially her bodyguard. I'm officially her beta male blocker, and hoo boy - if you don't set off all the bells."

Bowser//

"...you think dude takes the shell off to shit? I'm just sayin' ~ he's been in there an awful long time."

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"...another Sunday, hhhhhuh? Bet! All the castle guards are gonna have a secret slumber party in my room tonight-" Just as long as no one told Dad anyway.

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📣 + What DK thinks of Simon Belmont!

LINE MY MUSE WOULD HAVE ABOUT THAT

[What do you think of that Simon Belmont guy?]

"Huh...well, he's got a nice body, hasn't he? He keeps complaining about getting attacked by things he calls 'vampires' , but ... uhhh! Can't help but think they're just tryna ask him out aggressively. Kongs do it all the time ! Bite someone and then ask them out for drinks. It's not so weird..."

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SEND [ 📣 + a topic ] FOR A VOICE LINE MY MUSE WOULD HAVE ABOUT THAT TOPIC.

( the topic can be people, places, events, ect. )

+ multimuses, please specify muse !

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"All right. It's come to my attention that things that really should have been said by now have NOT - in fact - been said! And so, on behalf of everyone too half assed to put this collective energy to use - into a SINGLE coherent sentiment, I gotta say..."

"FUCKYOU,MARIO-YOUKNOWWHATYOUDiD!"

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hug

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"...!" He rolls over a few times back and forth before ending up with his thumb in his mouth and his feet up over his head and planted to the ground in a 'canopy' over the face situation. Don't ask. He's comfy despite the fine layer of dust in his fur from rolling around.

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//i did it. {:

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" how talk girl - "

"Talkin' is second base, dude. First of all...you gotta grab her and climb a really tall building, obviously."

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I saw this in a dream and for some reason I found it incredibly funny. Alicia confirmed I was indeed laughing in my sleep. When I woke up I immediately had to recreate it for your amusement.

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@timid-plumber cont.

A shrug of fuzzy shoulders follows incredulousness. It's not like he deals with oddities such as overgrown beavers or massive killer hornets with Kong-fatal stings on the daily. Hell, there were even banana fairies - though he's still on the fence on whether or not those come out without the help of some dank jungle weed smoking. "I'm just sayin' ~ it don't sound magical. Sounds made up!" He scuffs up the back of his hair once it started curling over into his eyes and gives the pipsqueak a smug little smile. "Real or not, why're you gettin' your mustache in such a twist over it?" Probably had something to do with the plumbers' dedication to hounding Bowser. He had to hand it to them; they really kept on that koopa's tail.

A few more scuffs had his fur bouncing back to attention as he sent a pair of side-eyes on a mission over to the other's puzzle progress. "...well aren't you full of compliments today? I am pretty strong, huh? Right down to the wills." Though smarts seemed far and few between considering he was starting to like his Jenga puzzle activity more than the smashed picture's original purpose.

"And ouch...simultaneously harsh. Not that I don't agree ~! Those guys would probably pledge their allegiance to anyone with a cookie in their pocket." Although, it could be said nobody made good decisions whilst hungry. For food or...other indulgent matters...if his escorts' home from bars ever taught him anything.

"If there's so much fruit on their island, they should stay there. Don't need those guys upsettin' the balance of nature. There's a lot more than fruit in the jungle kingdom to swallow and half of it isn't used to bein' suddenly inhaled by one of them gaping holes. Speaking of eating a lot..." He gives the other a nudge under the table before just picking up the whole thing and setting it aside as he padded over towards the fridge. "...got any good grub?"

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"...not that complicated."

"...just get with'em both! That's what I'd do."

@simiansmoke // Whatcha all sweaty for?

" You ever like someone but they're with someone else ? Yeah. "

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She's just going to keep poking at him with a toothpick of a sword, isn't she? No amount of fur fluffing up seems to dissuade her. UGH-

"H-hey! WAtch it!" Sliding back with all his weight at once, he gives a fierce shake and glowers at her. "You're tryna make me fight on grounds that don't make sense t'me...so- two legs." Seriously...why waste his 'arm day only' strength on waving a stick around while his scrawny legs suffered? Still, the last jab she'd gotten in made him wobble back onto his haunches, fists clenched and shaking in an attempt to keep from lashing out in a show of strength that only Kongs could display with their massive fists.

"...this is lame- throwin' needle tips at people... I'd rather throw hands!" And with that, he slaps under her ankles quickly to knock her off her feet, smirking. "...tryin' to look cool in a fight doesn't win'em!"

@simiansmoke said: "Erk...don'tcha think I'm a little too big forrrr...dancing around with a toothpick practice?" Peach's fencing hobby is not something he wants a part of, though she had bullied him into stranger situations.

The princess shook her head, he was not big enough, nobody is big enough for this, but he needs the control and balance to do it, and that's what she will give to him.

"No, There is no one too big to do this, just more balance, so again from above!, And remember, your feet and balance must be full of grace, you are a Kong, are you not? Then you not only have strenght you have the balance on your feet and hands, use them!"

Said the princess as she crossed her arms around her chest softly . 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

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@gerudospiriit cont.

"Sheesh...you don't gotta put it like that!" He grumbles, shifting his snout to practically under his arm as he looked away from her scrutiny with a pronounced huff. It was way too early in the day for getting a dose of psychoanalysis he never asked for...directly, anyway. "...and it's not like I expected her to make me anything, anyway. Some people are just cuter when they're mad ~ " A smirk slips briefly, though the following sigh wipes it off. "...'cept mad doesn't usually equate to me becoming temporarily homeless."

Squinting at the woman's next claim, the Kong's head tilts in morbid curiosity. "...uhh-... well, I mean...sure? Not really expectin' ya to take it that direction, but. Can't argue with results ~ manipulation aside." Though he'd probably have his head too far up his own ass in any coercing situation that it wouldn't even cross his mind in practice aside from his usual ploy of shoving a fond flank against unamused company to see how much 'steering' they could shoulder before steering evolved into shoving.

Blinking as the grainy texture of the hot sand suddenly became cooler grass under his knuckles, the Kong prince paused to give it a few curious scuffs...he'd already dealt with heat induced mirages in this place - as if the trap he'd gotten entangled in wasn't hint enough of that...(damn middle of the desert fruit stands that didn't exist!) "Eh?!" Flinching back to attention when his unexpected guide indicates she's at least hallucinating along with him, he gives a wiggle before launching ahead a few feet to dunk his hands and feet into the water's edge.

"Finally! My callouses were cookin'." A few exaggerated stomps help send some water up to soak and cool parts of his fur before he rocks back onto his feet and stretches upward to catch whatever breeze might drift by against the bare expanse of midriff now aimed at sky and the surrounding cacti. "Huh...they're ah-...edible right? Not sure I wanna chew on something that'll give me a volt-" He adds, wrinkling his nose at the thought. "I mean, if it's just somethin' that's gonna stun me so you can drag me off to your camp...I'd prefer another net over the shock-value."