Three Months

Flowers

Luigi gave Dimentio permission to use the bathroom to get cleaned up since it was very clear that he wanted to. The man in green remembered how Dimentio used to be very strict on keeping himself clean. He also supplied him with some old clothes claiming that they were just some old shirts that he and Mario grew out of. 

After cleaning up, Dimentio chose to wear black boots (which were slightly big on him), black leggings that fit but were too long so he had to roll the bottoms up, and a dark grey almost black long sleeve which was only slightly baggy. He would have usually complained about how awkward this whole situation was, but he loved the feeling of finally being clean once again. Looking in the bathroom mirror, he could see that he still looked like a mess, as there were bags under his eyes, but at least he didn't look homeless, (even though he technically was.)

His hair was slightly longer than he would have liked. However, there were no hair bands that he could use to secure his hair so he just let it be. He partially felt like he was having a dream since this all seemed so unreal. The very fact that Mario and Luigi weren't turning him at that very moment was almost concerning and highly suspicious. They were either secretly coming up with a plan to turn him in, or maybe perhaps that was just the kind of people they were. Mario and Luigi were the traditional "hero" types after all, so maybe taking an enemy in and feeding them wasn't all that usual. Dimentio scoffed at the thought, secretly hoping that they wouldn't try to convert him to heroism or something by preaching goodness and all that nonsense.

After he finished cleaning up, he found that Mario was gone. A small itch of fear formed in the back of his mind as he tried determining where the man in red must have gone-

"Mario's going golfing with some friends," Luigi stated as if he could read Dimentio's mind. He grabbed a small backpack and swung it over his shoulder, tightening the straps and rocking back and forth on his heels now.

"You aren't going with him?" Dimentio asked, slightly confused. Weren't Mario's friends also Luigi's friends?

"Nah, I assumed you wouldn't want to." Luigi shrugged, making Dimentio blink a few times in confusion. 

Was Luigi REALLY staying home so he could babysit? How pathetic. Dimentio almost felt embarrassed.

"Oh, don't feel bad," Luigi said. "I didn't really want to go anyway."

Again, Dimentio blinked in confusion. Did he look like he was feeling bad? Was that the expression Luigi had picked up from looking at Dimentio's face? 

He missed his mask dearly.

"Well... are you coming, or are you just gonna sit there and blink?" Luigi asked. 

This further confused Dimentio. He thought Luigi had JUST said that they weren't going. He immediately stepped back, not wanting to go out and be seen by people who could potentially recognize him.

"I don't play golf," Dimentio said, his voice low and almost cold.

"I know. We're not playing golf," Luigi replied in an equally low and cold voice, but he smiled as he said it, so Dimentio could tell that the man in green was simply trying to mock and make fun of the emptiness in his voice. 

It was slightly insulting.

Dimentio blinked a few more times, wondering what they were doing if it wasn't going out to play some useless sporting games when Luigi grabbed his arm, pulling him outside and around the back of his house. "This way," He chimed. "Since it's clear you don't want to be seen, I'll take the back way. It's slightly longer, but it doesn't cut through town."

Dimentio didn't like the fact that he was being forced to walk, especially since he was still feeling rather exhausted. He also didn't appreciate how confused he was. He usually liked knowing everything and being in total control, but in this situation, he had no idea where he was going, nor what would happen next. It was oddly unsettling, the unknown.