Little shop of horrors- no, wait...

[gardenofmagic]

Characters: Kamek, Naval
What: A meetup said to be for his hypnotist services!
Where: Kamek's shack
When: Friday night the 9th
Rating: G- because you can trust these too, right?

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[scepterofevil]

Kamek set aside the last few boxes from the center of the room to at least make the living space look somewhat presentable. Having arrived not long before, he still had to organize a few junk here and there. He didn't carry much with him, in case Kamek had to leave in a moment's notice

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"I-I promise I'll bring over some complimentary floral 'rrangements next time, thank you"

Part of her just wanted to prod his glasses right away, but standards in human manners prevented her from doing that. She was only just a little bit disappointed that- for once being able to see him this close to her (not having eyes as she originally was), he just looked like any REGULAR Magikoopa. You'd think a high-rank nanny such as him would stand out more or something?

Keeping her wand out of his sight, Naval walked inside the room and stood by the desk.

"I'm sorry this couldn't wait, but..."

[scepterofevil]

It's those other Magikoopas stealing his style, I tell ya (there's a couple of canon differences, but Nintendo stop caring about that forever ago).

Next time? "That won't be necessary," Kamek said, wondering why she would even bother. She was just here to cure a phobia, wasn't she?

Looking at this girl in person, did he notice something familiar about her. Green skin, red hair, those spike bands...

"You know, you look an awful lot like a Pirahna Plant," came his astute observation. This girl....whatever her name was, didn't strike him as Beanish for some reason.

Kamek waited for her to finish her sentence, hopefully to pry some excuse for this late-night appointment.

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Forget that train of thought!

She crossed her arms and smiled at the magikoopa. "Well aren't you quite the observant one!" All Kamek had to do was remember that Southern Belle-ish 1type of voice she had, and he'd figure her out completely! Because he's a goddamn genius!

She sat herself on the table, straightening the polka-dotted red skirt over her lap. "But yeah! I'm actually just a ol' Piranha maiden makin' a living in this city! I know I must look kinda silly and normal as I do now, but I don' think I'd be able to get around otherwise, so sometimes I just kinda try to look the part since people always saw me as a pootbean! I actually got these new armbands just last week at a new site called Boroque Online!"

Business at hand? What business?