He narrowed his eyes. “You ‘ain’t the only one tryin’ to survive. Don’t worry, I’ll be stayin’ outta your way as much as possible.” After all, she wasn’t going to be getting in his way. …Actually, he’d probably have been fine with it if she did. It would help more than hinder.
He decided to keep watch- might as well help her out while he was annoying her. Even if he sucked at playing the role of a hero he could at least manage annoying, but semi-helpful sidekick. Moving towards one of the walls and hopping up, he managed to reach the edge of the roof. He climbed up.
Good thing, too. Though the roof wasn’t very high, his own height allowed an impressive view if he stood up straight. Then again, it wouldn’t be the smartest idea to do so and probably quickly gain the enemy’s attention, considering the only other well-known figure in the Mushroom Kingdom as tall as Waluigi was probably Bowser. Still, if necessary he could hide in the chimney.
Damn, if only he could find a block in the kingdom that wasn’t empty. He could’ve used a Fire Flower- probably one of the few power-ups he could control well.
When he was out of her sight, she went back to collecting canned goods and stuffing them in her bag. Most of them didn’t need to be cooked, but she knew that she could find some twigs and start a fire with her lighter if she was hungry while on foot. Feeling pleased with her find, she walked back into another room of the cabin, scrounging around.
Was this a… Living room? There was a couch that was torn up, a television smashed on the floor, and various pieces of furniture that Daisy couldn’t make out because of the poor condition. She cautiously made her way about the room, until she felt her foot press into something and a small cracking nose was heard. Lifting her shoe, she noticed that she had stepped on a picture frame and broke it. Bending down to retrieve it, she frowned. “Oh.”
Bringing it close to her face didn’t help — you could barely see anything in this lighting. Getting her lighter out, she flicked the switch and the flame came alive, giving her a perfect view of the picture. It was a man and a woman — no, scratch that. A mother and a father holding an infant. They looked pretty happy, to say the least. Yeah, they probably were until they were killed or enslaved by King Koopa. Daisy also noted that she had cracked the picture right on the infant; drat.
Placing the frame down on a nearby table — which had only suffered a few burns — Daisy sat down on the better side of the couch, curling up against the arm rest. She was planning on smoking, but she couldn’t, she was too tired. And now seemed like the perfect time to sleep. However, she couldn’t. That picture… Where she had stepped…
“D-Daiz, look, we haven’t been going out for long, but…”
“Oh, c’mon, Weegee, out with it! Just tell me!”
“Oh, this is going to sound corny, but… Ah, uhm…”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about raising a family.”
“Yeah! I think that we would make great parents.”
“… I do too.”
Memories hurt, memories were stupid. Why did we even have them? All Daisy knew was that she had them to torment her. All her memories were with him! All of them! It wasn’t fair! Why did he have to die!? He was the hero! The heroes don’t die! THEY CAN’T! THEY WON’T!
Hitting her head against the side of the arm rest, Daisy hadn’t realized that her breathing was raising. She soon began to calm down and then began to quietly sob into the couch, not caring that the hot tears were burning the cuts on her cheeks. As long as no one saw her like this; no one.