A/N: Started this around the same time as Stray Treasure. Got stuck when I reached the dialogue. Didn't think I'd actually manage to finish it. It's short, but sweet. Hopefully this is the last of the Wa fluff my muse wants to kick out…
Waluigi was on the floor, curled around a pillow, in nothing but boy shorts and a t-shirt. And the striped socks. The purple and black ones that went about halfway up his thighs. Wario wasn't sure if he wanted to thank Mona for giving Waluigi those socks or scorn her. Before he'd started wearing those stupid things around the house all the time, Wario hadn't noticed the peculiar femininity of those long, thin legs. Actually, Wario had noticed on some level, but having that feature rubbed in his face every time he came home was very distracting.
Waluigi waxed, or shaved, or whatever the hell it was he did. Not a lot of people knew that. His skin was smooth underneath all of that tight clothing. He said it made everything fit more comfortably. Wario figured it would be simpler just to wear clothing that didn't fit like a second skin, but that logic only seemed to perplex his strange roommate.
"What the heck are you watching?" Wario asked as he kicked off his shoes in the middle of the floor.
Waluigi rolled onto his back to look at him. The ill-fitting shirt rode up around his midriff. "Diamond City stock exchange."
"Why?" Wario asked. It wasn't a channel Waluigi ever sought out by himself. Hell, he even complained when Wario watched the news.
"The remote is missing." Waluigi sat up and stretched, arching his back with all the liquidity of a groggy cat.
"Did you check the couch?" Wario looked at the piece of furniture for the first time since entering the room—the stockings had that effect on him. The cushions sat at haphazard angles to each other. One was flipped up on end. That answered his question, which was good because Waluigi didn't bother.
"I had to put dinner in the fridge. I thought you were gonna be home four hours ago," Waluigi said, looking faintly disappointed.
"Ashley turned her games in late. Took me three hours to make sure they were ready to ship." Wario cracked his neck. "If those kids didn't work so cheap, I'd fire all of 'em." He tossed his riding jacket over the back of a chair before righting the couch cushions.
By the time he finished, Waluigi was perched on the arm of the sofa eye him intensely. "So bad day, then."
"Eh." He yawned as he flopped face down on the couch. He felt Waluigi skitter up his legs and stop, straddling his hips. Then he felt nimble fingers kneading at his neck and shoulders. Wario let out a contented growl as he folded his arms under his forehead. The magic digits melted all the little agonies of the day into warm jelly.
His peripheral vision picked out a purple and black striped knee and part of a thigh. He smirked to himself. Relaxed like this, he decided that maybe those striped stockings were the perfect thing to come home to.
