If Luigi could be the angriest person in the world, it'd have to be during a kart race that he was this close to winning. Nothing would cheer him up, you could see him sitting off to the side, frowning at the fact he was second because of the damn blue shell that his brother saved to use when he was close to passing.

You could see him pouting as he merely wiped a little blood from his cheek, which had a straight line of red on it. Maybe he had bruises in other places, but he was ignoring them.

Waluigi only got up to third, which he was pretty happy about. But he knew exactly why Luigi was much pissier about his loss – Mario made him lose it. The fat ass always had to feel like he was always a winner.

While every one else rolled in their karts for the day and wait for the trophy awarding, Waluigi strolled over to the shorter and sat down next to him. "Upset?"

Luigi just growled, "More."

"Could kill someone?"

"Absolutely."

"Hm. Maybe your points total will make you first."

Luigi just looked up, staring at Waluigi while talking through his teeth, "I wanted a perfect streak."

"There's tomorrow's cup." Waluigi looked at the cut on Luigi's cheek. "Hey, you got a little something there…"

"I know." Luigi wiped his hand over the cut once more. "Leave it alone."

"Keep touching it, get infected."

"It'll be fine."

"It'll leave a permanent mark."

Luigi slammed his hands onto the dirt behind him. "I don't care! I just want to be alone!"

Waluigi scoffed and leaned back on his hands, "That's not gonna be happening."

"Oh, right I forgot – you love seeing pissed off Italians don't you?" Luigi spat back, starting to stand up before Waluigi threw his hand in front of him.

"Nuh-uh." He said. "I know how you feel right now. So many times they took first from me…"

"Hmm."

Waluigi looked back at Luigi. "Anyway, I'm still worried about that cut."

"Since when are you worried about me being injured?"

"Well, that could get infected and you'd have a hideous looking face blemish." Waluigi leaned forward, "Or you could buy concealer and cover it up."

Luigi shot a questioning look over to Waluigi, "Um, OK? Since when does my face matter to you?"

"Maybe I like the way you look."

Luigi looked down, cut literally blending into his face as he blushed, "We've already been over this Waluigi…"

"Oh, sure we have." Waluigi narrowed his eyes at Luigi, "You didn't even finish the conversation because Mario dragged you off."

Luigi sighed, looking up from the ground back at Waluigi, blinking at him slowly before saying, "So what?"

"I'd like to finish that conversation."

"…fine."

"So, starting from the sentence about asking if you still liked Daisy…"

"Pff." Luigi sat up straight, apparent that he forgot the race. "Not after she sold me out to Mario about trying some vodka and… y'know."

Waluigi nodded, "Yeah. By the way, you were bragging about being a cute, drunk princess."

"Shut it."

"The cute part was true…"

The shorter turned away to look at the road, focusing his attention on it. Waluigi growled, scooting closer and reaching to grab Luigi by the chin and forcing him to look back.

"Alright, I'll fast forward." Waluigi muttered. "So because you don't like Daisy anymore and because we woke up in the same bed that morning…"

Luigi was quiet.

"…I figured you'd be OK if I asked you out."

Luigi quickly went hysterical, jumping back onto the dirt and stuttering a mix of English and Italian while trying to remain calm at the same time. Finally, he managed to make the sentence, "Wh-wh-wha-what? G-go ou-out with you? L-l-li-lik-like-like as in us dating?"

"Duh."

After looking blank, Luigi turned red again while making a dumb sounding giggle. "Uh, heh, uh… well, interesting question… I'll… get back to you on that."

Waluigi groaned and threw himself backward so he was lying on the dirt, "Good gravy Luigi, I want an answer now!"

"Why?"

Looking up and over, Waluigi took a deep breath before responding, "I got wine."

Luigi perked up, quickly grabbing Waluigi's hand and saying, "Can I take some?"

"I dunno." Waluigi sat back up, idea quickly growing. "It's the kind that you'd go broke buying. Best served at parties or to drink at the end of a –" he gave Luigi a sharp glare, "– great date."

Luigi bit his lip, looking at the ground while thinking. He was quiet for five minutes before he said, "How about a test run?"

Laughing, Waluigi reached over and pulled Luigi on top of him, "It's a money back guarantee, but you surely won't regret it."

They missed the trophy awarding, Waluigi having decided to kidnap Luigi and take him off somewhere (with some thoughts of "fun" in his head) be the reason why. But it was good that they missed it, Mario was really frustrated that Luigi got the trophy.