"I could use a break." Waluigi threw the oil rag to the side, "I'm starting to get a headache anyway."

Luigi leaned back from his cart; oil smeared across his cheek and other stains on his sleeves. "You? Headache?"

"Yes." Waluigi walked by. "I actually have a headache coming."

"Shocker. The headache gets a headache."

"Shut up."

Luigi went back to tinkering the engine, occasionally looking up to see if Waluigi had returned. He could use someone to start the cart for him and see if he made the correct fixings.

Of course, Waluigi may as well have gone home, leaving Luigi the last one in the shop. With a sigh, Luigi threw the wrench he was using to the side and shut the hood, leaning against it as he figured what he had to do.

Right then, Waluigi returned with his hands in his pockets. "You leaving?"

"I was getting ready to." Luigi grabbed an oil rag, wiping his hands on it before tossing it back, "How about you?"

"Huh, it can wait." Waluigi replied.

"The cart?"

"No, Luigi, the bills. Yes the cart."

Luigi scoffed as he walked towards the door, "Well, help me and turn off that light over there."

To his surprise, Waluigi actually did what was asked without any complaining. Luigi turned around to look at him, but saw nothing but the dark. "Waluigi?"

"Yes, Eyeballs?"

Luigi shrieked, jumping back and landing on the floor while Waluigi stood above him, chuckling. "Things haven't been the same since you've returned from that mansion."

"Shut up…" Luigi replied bitterly.

Waluigi knelt down; sighing as he slowly reached out and grabbed Luigi's hand. "Glad you're back though."

"Thank you?"

"I mean it."

Luigi just stared. "Um, explain why you're so happy I'm back?"

Waluigi just looked at the floor, grip tightening around the hand he held. He took a deep breath, bringing Luigi's hand up and kissing it.

"What the –" Luigi managed to yank his hand away. "Waluigi?"

"Wouldn't have been able to do that without you here."

"W-why would you want to do that?"

"Because I can."

Luigi rubbed where Waluigi had kissed his hand, eyeing him while starting to get stiff – just as stiff as he did in the haunted mansion he had to save his brother from. "W-Waluigi, a-are you alright? You're k-kinda…"

"Pale?" Waluigi asked.

"N-no… just, acting stranger and stranger."

Waluigi crawled closer to Luigi, managing to catch him against the wall. Turning his head, he spoke, "Well, imagine how I'd be if you were stuck as a painting."

"Um, happy?"

Waluigi sighed before launching forward, scaring the already frightened Italian and applying a lot of pressure to his lips. Waluigi's skinny arms wrapped around Luigi's torso, and he started to poke his tongue at Luigi's bottom lip. Let me in.

Luigi found himself relaxing five seconds in, slowly raising his arms to wrap around Waluigi, and shyly letting his lips open a little.

Tongue invasions never felt so wrong, yet somewhat pleasing before. Luigi sighed, letting Waluigi keep his dominance of the kiss and enjoying the feel of his hands roaming his back, breathing deeply as their tongues rubbed against each other.

Sadly, before Luigi could fully enjoy this moment, Waluigi pulled back slowly – making sure to suck on Luigi's bottom lip before their mouths were no longer in contact. "Do you think I'd be happy?"

With his heart beating like a jackhammer, Luigi smiled and replied, "No, don't think so."

Which is why Daisy was so glad she forgot her cell phone in her cart, and had parked it near Luigi's.