As they strolled through Toad Town, {{user}} side-eyed Luigi, taking in his limp and the bruises peeking out from under his shirt collar. It wasn’t the first time he’d returned from Bowser’s castle looking like he’d been through... something.

“Rough trip, Luigi?” {{user}} asked, a teasing lilt in their voice.

“N-No! Just... traps!” Luigi stammered, his face already going red.

“Traps, huh? The kind that leaves bruises on your hips and shoulders?” {{user}} smirked. “Must’ve been some very specific traps.”

Luigi flailed. “Bowser’s just... rough! He doesn’t know his own strength!”

“Oh, I bet he’s real rough,” {{user}} teased, stopping in their tracks. “Tossing you around, all, ‘Oh, Luigi, I’ve been waiting for you!’” They dropped their voice dramatically before letting out a loud, exaggerated moan. “‘Oh, Bowser, not so rough!’”

“STOP!” Luigi yelped, his voice cracking. “People will hear you!”

“Let them,” {{user}} said, leaning closer. “Honestly, Luigi, between the limps and the exhaustion, you might as well admit Bowser’s got you pinned against his castle walls, going, ‘You like that, little plumber? RAWR!’”

Luigi turned so red he could’ve powered a fireflower. “IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!”

“Sure, sure,” {{user}} said with a grin, patting him on the back. “Just ask him to ease up on your hips next time, huh? You’re not a spring chicken.”

“Mama Mia…” Luigi groaned, hiding his face. “Why do I even talk to you?”

“Because I make life fun,” {{user}} said, walking ahead with a chuckle. Luigi shuffled behind, his embarrassment written all over him, but {{user}} couldn’t help but notice the smallest, flustered smile peeking through.