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"What in the world is this exactly?"
You couldn't help but gape the distasteful flashiness of the outfit that was thrusted into your hands.
It's not like it was bad..
Oh no.
It was absolutely atrocious.
The bright purple seemed to clash with the silver lining quite obnoxiously, it being speckled with an unreasonable amount of sequins.
"Wah-hah! It's our uniform of course!" Waluigi proudly stated, reaching into the duffle bag that sat near his feet. Spinning on the tip of his toe, he posed with a replica of the costume you were holding.
"See? We match!"
Your gritted teeth couldn't help but melt into a smile, it looked like he worked really hard to make this.
You just hoped you wouldn't get disqualified for blinding the whole stadium.
"It's so..." You paused to collect your words.
"Shiny...?"
"Wah! Of course it is! Someone like you deserves something just as beautiful!"
You cheeks tinted red. "Wh..what?" You questioned.
He tossed you a tennis racket, "No more talk! We'll practice to be the best! WAH HAH!"
"Wh-Wally!" A finger was pressed to your lips shushing you instantly. "We want to be number one, the best! WAH! Number one right?!"
You cocked your eyebrow out him, "Right..."
"Not only to be number one, but to crush those miserable Mario's underneath are feet! WEEH!"
He dismissively stroked is mustache, "Especially that fool Luigi.." he muttered.
You pursed your lips, "They're not that bad Wally...there's no need to be mean." You retorted, crossing your arms.
"Luigi is so nice too! I don't even know how this rivalry even started." You hummed, "I guess if anything can hold a tennis racket and breathe, you can start a rivalry with it!" You giggled, hiding your smile behind a hand.
His cheeks were flushed as he cocked an eyebrow and hunched towards your level, taking notice of your playful nature, "You're awfully quick to defend him hm? Do you like him ____?"
"What? N-no way!" You sputtered, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.
You pointed your racket at him, trying to stray away from the question.
"What makes you ask? Are you jealous or something?"
He looked a little bit bewildered. "Pshh, why would I care? I don't even care about those losers!" He sneered turning his head to the side in hopes to hide his blush.
You huffed at his response, he was just too darn stubborn!
You had to painfully admit, you had a thing for him, probably ever since you guys became friends all that time ago. He seemed to treat you differently than how he treats other people. A lot kinder, and much more caring of you.
And he always did seem to become more irritable and jealous whenever you hung out with any of the Mario brothers, especially Luigi...
You've became pretty good friends with the green plumber, so it's kinda hard to avoid Waluigi's jealous nature.
You wondered why he would even show this kind of behavior..has he ever though of you more than a friend? You couldn't help but let yourself ponder that from time to time.
Maybe there's one way to get an answer out of him.
You sighed and walked over to a duffle bag that leaned against the wall. Zipping it open, you popped out a can of tennis balls. Dumping one into your hand, you yelled out out a 'heads up!' before you chucked it into Waluigi's direction.
He yelped and quickly jumped out of the way, snapping his head into your direction.
You laughed.
"You wanted to play tennis, and you're going to get a match my good sir!" You taunted, flaunting with the piece of equipment in your hands.
It didn't take him long to catch on, letting out a determined 'WAH'
"You're on!" He laughed, readying himself in a playing stance.
Tossing a ball up, you gave it a good hard strike that sliced its way through the air, barreling it's way right towards him.
He didn't even flinch as he whacked the ball back, amazingly hard. It soared over the stadium bounds and landed into the yard in front of it.
You swore you heard a 'thwack' and a raspy 'ouch' of a Toad.
You stood there in disbelief, eyes blown wide.
You cleared your throat and looked at him,
"Y'know what? I guess I really don't stand a chance," you chuckled nervously placing the racket on the floor in front of you.
"WAH! I told you! No one can beat Waluigi!" He guffawed tipping his hat in your direction and smiling.
You giggled, walking towards the net. "You're so silly."
He met you there, striding up to the net with the racket resting on his shoulder.
"You know you really have to teach me sometime, I stand no chance playing with you, I don't even know why I'm playing in the first place!" You rambled, tilting your head down, a little embarrassed.
He ruffled your hair, "Don't worry about it, I can train you at any time, it's what friends do right?"
You paused for a moment, 'Friends..?'
"Ah, to heck with it..." You muttered.
"Wah? ___? Did you say someth-?"
"I LIKE YOU!"
The air became heavy, full of nervous energy. You felt clammy and embarrassed from your little outburst.
His eyes were wide as his cheeks began to tint red. "Wha-?" He was interrupted once again.
"Look I'm sorry! I'm sorry that was so sudden!! I just always liked you ever since we even knew each other! I don't know?? I guess your confident energy influences a lot of positive aspects of myself and I just found that kind of attractive!? Look you're just really great and I like you so much? I'm sorry!"
You buried your embarrassed face into your clammy palms, trying to hide from him as much as you could.
After a brief silence, you heard a quiet 'Wah' and arms around your waist.
"W-Wall-?" Your words were cut short when he picked you up from the ground princess style, and ran through the stadium double doors. All you could hear during the outburst was the sharp words of
