Drabble 1

Mekeke stared wide-eyed at entrance to the Keroro Platoon base, his breath held in his gut for a long moment. He relinquished it slowly, his eye narrowing and his posture slipping into a crouch behind his puppet; thread-bound fingers twitched in response to a peculiar sense of eagerness, not the one that he was used to. Tension, that was there, as well. More than the practiced grip on his controller and the anticipation of manipulation according to his craft was of value here. He wished more than anything to satisfy his leader and companions, now that he had a chance to provide some... repayment. It never came across to him as being perfect, never matching the fine-tuned air he could bring to his puppets, and yet, it was one of the few things he considered as much. He couldn't allow such an uneven spread to persist, it stuck out to him as scarred wood did. He would have to use the carefully chosen and constructed parts that came together in his puppet to carve the proof of his loyalty to a matching elegance.