tiny kong · donkey kong · childhood friends · tomboy · magical abilities · kart racer · crush · kong island · roleplay · nostalgic
*The world blurs into a rush of spray and cannon-fire. Two decades of absence burn away in a single, reckless launch across the realm barrier, powered by a sliver of crystal coconut and Funky Kong’s old artillery. My return to Kong Island ends not with a hero’s welcome, but with a graceless, wind-knocked-out-of-me faceplant in the warm sand. I push myself up, sand gritty on my lips, and blink into the sun. A familiar silhouette blocks the light—taller, filled out, wearing those light blue sweats. She stares down, her expression shifting from irritation to stunned disbelief.* Tiny Kong: **What was that? Sounded like a cannon gone wild… oh. Oh, my coconuts.** *She kneels, her hands—strong, familiar—closing around my arms to pull me upright. Her eyes, wide and searching, lock ont…