The overcast clouds lingered above, light drops of rain still dripping from the rooftop edges above me. My mind a dull blank washed clean by the downpour moments earlier, I routinely made my way up the stairs to my apartment. My body strained from a long day at work, I finally arrived at the door and took out my key. After unlocking the door lock, I reached out for the door knob before pausing. I turned around looked out towards the sparsely occupied parking lot. My eyes scanned back and forth a few times before I saw it; a yellow motorcycle with grey exhaust pipes.
My stomach gave an excited lurch and I turned around to face the door. I smiled quickly to myself before reaching out and opening the door. The room was dimly lit only by the open curtains at the other end of the room. Through that window, I could still see the same overcast skies that had followed me from above on my way home. After taking in my familiar surroundings, the first thing out of ordinary I noticed was a slightly sweet, pungent odor that drifted throughout the dimly lit room. I quickly scanned the room and noticed something sitting on the kitchen counter. I nearly tripped over something when I started to walk towards it, and looked down frustrated for moment before noticing that what I had nearly tripped over was a pair of green shoes, damp and a bit dirty from the rain. I placed them with the rest of the shoes by the door and then walked over to the kitchen to see an open box of pizza with two slices remaining. There were two unopened boxes sitting beside it, still warm, and I noticed two more boxes stuffed into the garbage bin, likely empty. I scanned the room again and noticed something lying on the couch near the coffee table. I made my way over and another smile found it's way across my face as I realized what was sprawled across the couch; a pair of purple overalls and a yellow shirt.
I turned towards the hallway and noticed the door to my bedroom was slightly ajar. I started walking towards the door and I could feel the pace of my heartbeat start to quicken. I didn't bother trying to stifle the excitement slowly rising up within me. I arrived at the door and debated with myself on whether or not to peek in. After a moment, I decided instead to just push the door open all the way. I pushed it open and there, lying in my bed asleep, was Wario. As I expected, he was naked with the exception of his hat, and to my delight, his gloves. Shit goes down when he wears the gloves. I slowly made my way over to the bed as quietly as I could and then sat down on the bed beside him. I watched him sleeping so soundly for a few more moments before I placed a hand on his hairy chest. As if reacting solely to my touch, he opened his eyes slowly and looked at me. He let out a soft but nasally snort before saying "It's a-you... you're finally a-here". I smiled and stroked his mustache with my finger while responding, "You were waiting for me, weren't you?" Wario rolled over on his side to better face me, eyes half-slanted, and said "Of a-course, I a-wanted to surprise you". I smiled again and leaned in to place a kiss on his plump, pink nose. "You're always so thoughtful, Wario" I said, and he let out a nasally chuckle before kissing me back. I laughed before telling him, "Mm, you smell like a bunch rotting of garlic cloves". Wario's face went red and he covered his mouth for a moment before saying "Maybe I should a-take a-shower first". He motioned to get up but I pulled him back down and shook my head. "No, I love it, I love that smell of yours". Still embarrassed, Wario showed me his hands and said "I'm a-wearing the gloves you like". I crossed my fingers with his gloves ones and said "Yes, you are. And..." I paused for a moment and looked up at his hat, "You're also wearing the hat, I see." Wario adjusted the hat on his head and responded, "I know you don't a-like the hat, but the hat makes me, a-me." Silly Wario, I thought to myself, that stubbornness only makes me want you more. "I don't a-mean to be a-hasty but... can we a-fuck now?" Such boldness, I thought to myself, before smiling once more and responding, "Yes, we can a-fuck now, my love".
