HOPELESS ROMANTICS have similar fates. beating heart torn bore rose thorns, a tale as old as time (perhaps older than her own tale of beauties &. beasts). though despite it not being a surprising revelation, that doesn't make it any less disappointing. it wasn't that she had given him the wrong impression, she simply sparked his fancy -- classic italian genes swimming through horticulturist. given way to the old way of suave romance. the french can eat their heart out . . . no offense, belle.
twitch of his mustache brings teeth together at the mention of mario, though he tries not to let it get to him . . . she seems to understand, though. "yeeah ! belle's a' right." waluigi responds.
waluigi smiles of course at the compliment, fingers coming to stroke over the length of facial hair as he stands from his bow. however, an eyebrow raises in mild confusion. i don't deserve such kindness. waluigi puts a hand out as if pushing away such notion, shaking his head. however, the whispering she speaks of does have his ear quirking in interest . . .
"but you must accept! you've a' shown waluigi such kindness, i must return the favor. i insist, ah? waluigi has more where this came from." he promises, once again extending the rose. he looks side to side, leaning inward. "but eh, who has been whispering about waluigi?"
