Mr. L laughs in slight amusement at her reaction, shaking his head some. “Oh, little Princess… You may try to get rid of me, but I’ll never just disappear. I’m a part of him, like it or not,” he answers her. “I would take it you don’t like me as much as you like my good side? No matter, doesn’t bother me. As much as I may… lightly, and I suppose, “playfully” flirt with you… I can’t say I’m interested. You would most certainly prefer Luigi anyway.”
((Hopefully it’ll let me reblog when I publish it aha))
Little? She was taller than him!
A part of him. Yes. Deep down, she’d always knew he was something to do with Luigi. She just never wanted to over complicate things. I mean, come on! They were just the same person in different clothes! Why she’d never chased it up was beyond her.
"Yeah, because he doesn’t use me like some sort of… plaything!" Daisy fumed, decided to settle to merely scowling at the masked man instead.