( the princess’ eyes widened almost immediately; Luigi never acted this way. something has happened to him. in response to him, she wouldn’t move. she would keep her distance, she didn’t want to spook the poor man. )
Hello... Luigi. Is something wrong? You seem…. off..
(Luigi stared at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing. One part of him just wanted to spill everything— honestly, he was already cracking under the pressure of keeping something like what happened bottled up, and telling Daisy might help him. Strangely, although he didn’t want to talk to anyone, he was perfectly willing to go ahead and just spill his guts out to the tomboy princess…
On the other hand, though… she liked him. His heart ached. She liked him. What would she think if Luigi just told her, “Oh, Rosalina felt me up”? No doubt she wouldn’t take it well at all. He was already trying to balance every woman’s heart without making them bleed, and this was throwing a monkey wrench into that. He couldn’t just tell her, especially with that knowledge weighing on him heavily…
He backed away a little more, not looking at her, his voice quiet enough that Daisy would have to strain to hear him.)
… I… don’t want to talk about it.
(I’m sorry, Daisy. I’m really, really sorry…)
