"You~ lazy~ head~! Wake up~!"

Oh no, I'm not asleep, I just have my eyes closed.

"Wake uuiieeehp!"

If he keeps on whining like that I'll ignore him even more.

Ow, ow, ow - what the heck is he -

"Wal-u-i-gi wake up!"

I finally sit up and glare at him, only because he kept hitting me across the race with some -

Oh.

Hello.

"Yay, you woke up! I'm happy now!" He says while clapping his hands together - or rather, clapping his fabric covered hands together. "Look-et-dis! Your shirts are too big me~!" He waves his arms around, sleeves flopping around even more.

"Um, yeah, go ahead and ruin it why don't you?" I growl, surprised at how much sleeve is dangling off from his hands.

He sighs, "I'm not ruining it. I'm having fun in it! Lookit! I got wings!" he flaps his arms to make a stupid bird imitation.

"Luigi, you're twenty years old, shouldn't you be acting a little more mature right now?" I mumble, getting angry at how...happy he is.

"Nu!" he says while slapping me with a sleeve, giggling and hugging himself, "Your shirts are comfy~!"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say," I step out of the bed, watching as he covers his eyes and turns away, squeaking about how I didn't even put on boxers after last night.

...I wasn't that tired...

I go into the bathroom for a quick shower, but when I close the door he's clawing at it five seconds later, "Kuu! What are you doing?"

"Taking a shower, gimme a few minutes!" I snap back. He can be so damn clingy sometimes...

He opens the door as soon as I turn on the water, saying that we should bathe together to save water.

No, he just wants to have an excuse to be in the same room as me.

But I don't mind it, no, I don't. I find mindlessly rubbing his back with a soapy washrag while he's cuddling me and rubbing his face against my chest to be quite relaxing.

"Nya, meh meh meh!"

"What are you doing?"

"Your stove! It won't - there it goes!"

I stand at the doorway of the kitchen, crossing my arms and glaring at his back while he's frikin' making breakfast.

Again, wearing my shirt.

"You know, you could catch the sleeves on fire if you cook like that." I say, trying to convince him to get into something safer.

"No, I'll be fine! Besides, your shirts are warm and cozy!" he sings, cracking an egg into the pan.

"But, Luigi - ah, never mind." I just walk away. If he ends up on fire, all I can say is that I tried to warn him.

"Oops! I dropped it..."

I really wish he's go put some normal clothes on. I try to stay focused on the TV screen instead of watching him as he bends over to pick up whatever he dropped.

My shirt may be too big for him, but it's not too long for him. I still see that he hasn't even been bothered to go exchange his briefs for boxers. "Hey, ever considered pants?" I snap.

"Pants? Oh, do you have any cozy pants?" he runs off to my room before I can answer, probably going to raid my closet and mess everything up. He brought his own clothes, why can't he wear them?

"Whee!" he plops down next to me, and I see he went and put on a pair of my fleece lounge pants, which are way too long for him. "These are comfy!"

"I guess that's good enough..." I mutter as he snuggles up against me, "What are you, a cat?"

"Nya~!" He flaps the sleeve around again, still rubbing up against me.

"Stop, I can't play this with you bumping into my arm."

"Nya?"

Damn it, why is he so cute?

"Hnnnyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhh pewuuuf!" he lifts and drops his legs on the couch, giggling and still rubbing up against my side.

I try to focus on my game, but I soon cut it off and drop the remote on the table, "I give up..."

"Waluigi~ we should snuggle up!" Luigi quickly sits up, slapping my shoulder with the sleeves.

Seriously? All he wants to do is snuggle?

"Please~?"

Resist the voice.

"Pwease?"

He's starting to sound like a baby...

"Waluigi, please? I really want to snuggle." he says in a cracking, sad voice that breaks my heart.

"Fine." I give in, letting him cling onto me and bury his face in my chest, where he then proceeds to let out a cat sound in his joy.

"Nyuhh, hmm..."

He's asleep on top of me, snoring and rubbing his head against my chest while his hands are folded under his torso.

I can't help but to let him stay where he is, he's obviously comfortable and having good dreams. I stay still as I rub his back, staring all around the room as the hours tick into the late evening. He's supposed to be home, but I guess he'd rather tick off his brother than give up flouncing around in my shirt.

"Nyah... so happy..."

There you go, he's happy. And drooling on my shirt. But I don't care, it's Luigi, if it was anybody else I'd be flipping a table on then right now.

"Kuuu~!" He shoots up suddenly, wide awake, "Waluigi, I wanna stay the night again!"

Oh, and what, torture me with that adorableness and snuggling that's made me want to spin around the room with him? I guess he can, seeing as how I've actually enjoyed this day, only because of his laughter and weird baby sounds he was making while flopping around in my shirt.

"Whatever." I say, sitting up while he jumps off me to go run into the kitchen again.

"Yay! I get to stay with my boyfriend another night!"

Boyfriend? I really wish that word didn't make me blush like it does.

"I, I wanna - I wanna stay up..." he says, even though his head is tilting forward and his eyes are closing, "...I wanna watch this..."

"Luigi, you're bobbing around trying to stay awake. I think we should go to bed." I cut off the TV and wrap my arm around him, hoping that he'll go without a fuss.

"Buh-Buh it was almost over~!" he points at the screen, his head rests comfortably against my chest, "I wanted to see how it ended!"

"You're getting sleepy, c'mon, it's midnight anyway, way past when you normally go to sleep."

"Why do I have to? You stay up all night all the time." he pokes my arm as I sigh. I just want him to be energized tomorrow, incase if he does have to run home for his idiot of a brother. Besides, I'm starting to get somewhat tired myself.

"Well, what if I go to sleep with you?" I ask, getting up from the couch as he whines and reaches after me.

"Nu, nu, come back," he pouts, "I want my pillow."

I laugh as I pick him up, slowly working my way through the dark to my room as he gives a few last, sleepy chuckles. By the time I've placed him on the bed, he's out cold.

I quickly get situated next to him, wrapping my arms around his slightly feminine body - still in my clothes - and lay there waiting until either morning comes or until I suddenly fall asleep.

Either way, Luigi's still probably gonna be in my clothes in the morning.