A tender embarrassment ~~
(Part 2)
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Bowser: ...sniff...
Luigi: Sorry, Bowser. Am I hurting you?
After the incident with the door, Bowser's tail had swollen, and a minor bloody wound had appeared on his skin, caused by being dragged through the closed door. Despite this, the tail didn't appear to be welt-wound, just severely bruised. Mario assured him it was best to leave it alone, as it would heal sooner or later. But Luigi wouldn't feel comfortable with that. After all, the princess had trusted them, leaving the palace in their care, and above all... Luigi couldn't ignore any creature in physical pain. And since Bowser was involved, the feeling of grief was redoubled.
Bo: ...No...
Lu: Good. Try to stay still for me. I will disinfect the wound and apply a dressing.
Luigi wiped bloodstain off of Bowser's wound as gentle as he could. But Bowser hissed when the neomycin-soaked cotton ball touched his skin.
Bo: Hey! It stings! Be more gentle!
Bowser gave him an angry look, full od pain and disappointment. It made Luigi feel ashamed and guilty.
Lu: Me dispiace! It's beacuse your tail is so small!... I'll do it for you as guickly as I can, and while I'm doing it, think of something nice like ...
Luigi thought for a moment. What could the Koopa's King find particulary pleasant right now?
Bo: ... Princess Peach?
L: ...
Bo: She hates me... still.
Lu: No! I... I don't think so... But, well... Maybe...
Lying was never Luigi's strong suit. It went against his nature.
Bo: She doesn't trust me. That's what Mario said.
Lu: Lack of trust is not hatred. ... Just like trust is not love.
Bowser hangs his head and a strange shadow falls on his face.
Bo: Never mind. I don't need her trust.
Lu: Maybe you can still win her over if you really want it. You know, you are not the one you used to be.
Luigi felt strange pang in his chest at the thought od Bowser's feeling for the Princess. Far worse than neomycin on the skin.
Bo: I feel happy and sad at the same time when I think about her... You won't understand it, Luigi.
Bowser finished stiffly.
Luigi fell silent not knowing how to comment on Bowser's completely false thesis. In reality, the plumber knew exactly what it was like to feel two extremes of emotion towards someone. Happiness at the thought of spending time with him and sadness at the thought of a one-sided feeling. Of course, everything was kept secret from Bowser.
Only when he saw Bowser's surprised look did he realize he had been silent for too long.
Lu: All right!
He tried to sound natural and cheerful.
Lu: Let's take care of your tail.
Bowser looked confused. The combination of the huge smile and sad eyes on Luigi's face gave him a comical look. Besides, the smile was far too big to be genuine.
Lu: Now trust me and sing a "Happy- Peach-song" on your head.
Bowser didn't understand what Luigi meant.
He ignored it, even though the thought was actually nagging at him. Sitting with his back to Luigi, he couldn't look at his face anymore. Did it look normal yet? Why did he even care now? To drive away the strange, unnecessary thoughts, he decided to hum a song he'd composed for Peach long ago. The idea didn't quite take off when he felt a touch on the swollen wound. Not like before. It wasn't the stinging sting of neomycin, it was like the gentle brush of Luigi's fingers, holding him gently to wrap a bandage around it, then checking to make sure it wasn't too tight. Although his tail still throbbed with pain, the touch wasn't bothersome. It was pleasant. He felt butterflies fill his stomach, and he fought the muscles in his face to keep from smiling. He was careful not to turn to Luigi, not knowing what feeling he was feeling at that moment and whether his own eyes would give him away.
Lu: It's all over now. Good job, Bowser.
A calm voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Lu: Is the dressing not pressing on you anywhere? Can you move your tail?
There was no trace of the strange combination on Luigi's face. Now his eyes were filled with concern and anxiety.
Bowser simply nodded, unsure if he had regained control of his facial muscles. If he couldn't control his own body, who knew what words would escape his mouth the moment he opened them...
Lu: Va bene!
There was obvious relief on Luigi's face and finally a genuine smile.
Lu: That wasn't so bad, was it? Now take care of yourself. And this time, be careful with the doors. You don't want to go through that again, do you?
Bowser looked at his tail. It was beautifully and securely bandaged. He touched it, but the feeling he had felt when Luigi touched it was gone.
Lu: It'll heal soon, and until then, if it's bothersome, think of something nice like... Princess Peach.
Luigi winked.
Bowser rolled his eyes, which made Luigi chuckle.
The memory of the plumber's touch immediately stirred butterflies in his stomach. The feeling was so fascinating that he subconsciously brushed the memory of Peach away like a pesky fly...












