Waluigi shuddered. His imagination was a bit too good with that idea. Other than that, even if she was a lot more pessimistic and intolerant than she used to be, he kinda wished they did meet up again- preferably with both of them being alive. Who knows- maybe someday he could find it in him to impress her somehow. Survive a fight, maybe? Or, better yet, rescue her?
…Okay, that was going too close to the idea of fantasy. No. Bad Waluigi. This was no adventure- this was survival.
He couldn’t deny there were times he really just wanted to give up. Go up to Bowser and offer the rope to make his noose. Still, for as pessimistic, insecure and occasionally depressed as Waluigi felt, he didn’t have the guts to do any of that. He was scared to die. He had no problem relaying this to Daisy. “Probably. I’d-a rather delay it, though, as stupid as that so—”
Waluigi’s ear twitched at a small sound coming from nearby. He immediately jumped up, looking around- but he didn’t see anything but Daisy and the rocks around them. Still, his paranoia was sparked, and he had a feeling they were being watched.
It sounded like the snapping of a twig- like someone was sneaking up on them but accidentally stepped in the wrong place. Or maybe he was just going crazy.
“Did you hear that?”
Her mind was focused on other things to hear the rattling. She didn’t care much, either. If anyone were to come after them, she probably could fight them off, but she would be much better with a gun. Ever since she threw her hand gun in the river, she’s been mentally cursing herself ever since. That didn’t mean that she came unprepared, though.
She glanced up, not seeming very interested. “No?”