"Hat."

"No."

"Hat."

"Non."

"Waluigi."

"Nuh uh."

"Give."

"No."

Luigi grabbed at his precious accessory being held captive in the purple-clad's hands, whining when no progress to getting it back was made.

"Please, Wally?"

Waluigi smirked, slowly extending his legs, "Mm, no."

The brunet winced as Waluigi's heels pressed into his chest, pushing him farther away from his trademark hat. He grabbed his thin ankle in an attempt to push his foot down, growling when the other merely pushed against him.

"Stop."

"No."

"Waluigi."

The lanky male's pointy mustache waved as he chuckled, "If you really want your hat back you need to come get it."

"I would if you'd get your feet off my chest."

"Maybe. But it's a nice workout, pushing you back."

Luigi rolled his eyes as his hand started sliding up Waluigi's leg, "You don't need to work your legs."

The response was a shudder, legs letting off slightly, "Why? I need to keep them strong somehow."

"Tennis isn't enough?"

"Tennis gives me charley horses."

Luigi pursed his lips, "Poor baby, getting leg cramps."

"It's not my fault I'm mostly leg."

Luigi leaned back, allowing Waluigi's feet to slide down his torso onto the couch, "You get it from your mother," he mocked, starting to climb over his legs.

"I do," Waluigi muttered, "I have the same limbs as my mother."

"Genetics, a lovely excuse. But," Luigi hovered above the taller, pausing to snatch his hat and place it on his head, "I think your legs make you beautiful in your own way."

"That was mine." Waluigi lamely reached up to take the hat again, snorting when his arm was slapped away.

"I'm trying to complement you." The Italian huffed, nearing his face to rub his nose with Waluigi's.

"Mm, thanks," Waluigi raised a leg and bumped the side of Luigi's buttock with his knee, "I feel much better knowing someone appreciates these wonderful legs."

Luigi raised his eyebrows as his hand slowly slid down the other's chest, "Maybe you'll feel even better when I show more appreciation..."

"Ooh," Waluigi purred, "I like the way you think, Eyeballs."

"Good." The green-glad then dropped his head to Waluigi's chest, wrapping his arms around his torso while snuggling into the purple cotton of his shirt, "I always like it when my bed is happy for me."

Jointly hand swatted the green hat aside so long fingers could run through a mess of chocolate strands.

"You're welcome." Waluigi snarled.