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King Boo hated every part of sleeping. From the concept of it to the execution; it was boring and DUMB.
Flesh bodies lay down in the open where anyone can come and kill them every single night! What was the point?
But, lately...he’s been hating it a little less.
Whenever Luigi had to sleep he just couldn’t help but join him in bed. 6 or 7 hours (5 if it’s a real bad night) of just laying on his side, with Luigi’s smaller, warmer form curled up against his abdomen...
“Mnngh,” Luigi groaned and turned under the covers, feeling around before nestling his head against King Boo’s chest.
If he had a heartbeat, King Boo was about a hundred percent sure it would’ve exploded there.
Another thing about Luigi when he slept- His face always looked so peaceful when he was asleep.
While he was awake he seemed so...nervous. On edge. It made King Boo feel like shit, knowing that some of - no, a lot of that is because of him (no matter how much Luigi tries to deny it nowadays).
Seeing him so calm here, feeling so safe while doing an activity that King Boo honestly still thought was kind of a death wish, well. That made 6 hours of nothing but holding his favorite man in the world worth it.
It also made him wish those 6 hours would slow. Damn the sun, crawling over the horizon...