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_Disclaimer: Well, let me just put it bluntly. Basically, I don't own a THING! All original characters/species are owned by their respective companies and/or players. The original "Roommates" comic, and accompanying scenario, are the property of the ones known far and wide as Spelunker Sal and Dreamous. This right here, is just the beginning of the officially supported side-story that Sal "hired" me to do for the good of the series! _

So, please! Don't sue me! I'm not worth much, any way!

Now, with all that out of the way, let's get this party started!

The Side Story of Junior - "These are my Reflections"

Prologue

That shower felt good. He had to admit that much.

But then again, practically anything felt good after being cleansed from all the grime that was on his scales after practice. First practice of the new semester, and it always seemed to be the toughest. Even for a "seasoned veteran" like himself.

Fully-clothed now, and his hair pulled back in a quickly-made pony tail, Junior stepped out from the musky odors of the men's locker room, and outside into the much-appreciated fresh air. He then slowly made his way to the commons area, to put himself in position for the last bit of his things to arrive. After he got himself situated in his room for the semester, he guessed he could think about the subject of food, and maybe meeting up with the guys again. Something of that sort, it was never his way to think that far ahead.

As he walked along, Junior saw several people that he knew, and plenty more that he did not. A number of the ladies he past each did a little something to try and catch his attention. To each, he gave them a wink, or for those lucky few, the chance to see his pearly whites through one of his trademark "bad boy" smiles. Blushing, return-winking or even an outright shout-out would quickly ensue on the part of the recipient.

One particular chickadee, a chestnut-colored raccoon in volleyball player attire, even had the gall to slip a piece of paper into his back-pocket (also giving her a nice feel of his posterior), which contained her cell number. He looked back at her, and she simply mouthed out the words "call me". Another wink to reward her bravery, which led to her and her friends to squeal in delight, and he continued along his way.

In the end, it was just all a part of the game. And Junior's game was excellent; practically effortless by this point. Whether it be the 'wanna-be diva' on the cheerleading squad, or, on the other end of the spectrum, the more demure, reserved girl who could be a budding chemist...none of them could ever hope to be what he was looking for. As soon as he was in the clear, he took the slip of paper from his back pocket, crumpled it up and made a nice three-point shot into a nearby trash bin. Not like he was seriously going to ever call her, right?

"Besides, she didn't even list her name!"

Eventually, he reached his destination by the parking lot. Spying an empty bench by the traffic circle area, Junior helped himself to a seat. He looked at his watch. 7:30PM.

"Late again, dear brother of mine...?" he mused somewhat aloud.

Not that Junior had anything to worry about. He knew his brother would be here soon enough. Hopefully, without breaking any traffic laws, while he did so. Roy really did not need any more points on his license, as it is. And their "Papa" could only hope to use his influence to get him off the hook but so many times...

But in any case, with life being as it usually was for Bowser Koopa, Jr., it's actually refreshing to be able to sit back, and just watch the cars and people go by, for a change.

"Imagine. Third year already up in this camp, the good ol' ASU. How the time DOES indeed fly...."

Looking up into the increasingly darkening sky of early evening, Junior decided to let himself get more comfortable, throwing his feet up to the otherwise of the bench, and throwing his book bag behind his head, making for a make-shift pillow. Sure, it was a public place, but did he care? Any one who knew him well enough knew the answer to that question, already.

And so, he let himself drift...

...he thought about how he was able to beat most of his old records from last year, by a fairly substantial margin, at this last practice, alone...and to think, he's just getting warmed up...

...he thought back to that new, cute and blue kid, with that scrumptious piece of ass, that he got much delight in "teasing"...wondering if he may get a chance to do more of the same next time they met...

...drifting deeper...he recalled the notion of just how much time has flown by...and could only be reminded of just how he got there...

Chapter 1: The Way We Were

3 years ago...

Junior ran as fast his 17-year old legs allowed him to, through the halls that were ahead of him. Being the star member of his high school's track team, his speed and stamina were nothing to shirk at, even though he was not a runner. And yet...despite his best efforts, he is seemingly unable to elude his pursuer...the massive, 6' 7" form that was directly on his tail, and quickly gaining. Even the fact that he was going without his shell today, and was in light attire that consisted of a plain white shirt and black gym shorts, did little to help him gain anything in the way of velocity.

He ducked into a nearby room, thinking that maybe from there, he could possibly think of a nice counter-attack. But it was to no avail. Junior made the untimely error of forgetting that this particular room he had turned into was converted into a sort of guest room fairly recently. It certainly was not the relatively empty room it was before.

An error that his pursuer quickly capitalized on, and further turned to his advantage, as Junior had stopped momentarily. Wiithin moments, Junior was in the grasp of his assailant, with no hope of escape. Try as hard as he could against his foe's grip, he might as well be struggling within the confines of an iron maiden. Within due time, he was slammed to the, thankfully, carpeted floor beneath him, while his oppressor's girth trapped him there.

"...Damn!" Junior could only gasp out from beneath the large form.

"...ya give up, runt?" his foe chuckled in his ear.

"...fine, alright!? I don't wanna get my nose ring stuck on something...like last time!"

With that much said Junior was released, allowing him to right himself to a sitting position to face his "foe". That would be Roy Koopa, his elder, and definitely much larger, brother by 8 years.

"You're going to have to do better then that, squirt," Roy stated with a toothy grin beneath his trademark, red-rimmed sunglasses, and then stretched out his large palm to Jr. "'Specially if you're going to try and make off with the remote I got first, fair 'n square. C'mon now, give it here."

Junior let out a slight "tch", and then reached into his left pocket on his shorts, and returned the remote back to his older brother.

"Dat's more like it!" Roy states, as he takes into his hand, flipping it up and down with pride, and adjusts his sunglasses a bit. Even throughout the entire, rather short-lived tussle, his trademark shades were barely moved an inch on his face. He then went forward to straighten out his light-pink colored tank top and matching workout boxers a bit, and then proceeded to take a seat next to his youngest brother.

"You lucky you're both my favorite brother and that I'm actually in a good mood, today! Oh, and I guess I shouldn't pulverize you, the night before your big day, after all! Wouldn't be proper, right?" he says while nudging his younger brother with a smirk.

"...Oh yeah, prom IS tomorrow..." Junior stated rather nonchalantly.

Roy followed up by getting Junior's head locked underneath his arm, and then proceeded to administer noogies. Large, yet seasoned knuckles were easily able to wade through Junior's horns, just as easily as his fire-red colored mane.

"Hey, now! Your brain sufferin' from some brand of 'senioritis' that makes ya forget important things like dis? Allow me to jog your memory the best way I know how..."

"Grrrr...!" Quickly getting a bit fed up with this type of treatment, it was all that Junior could but to swing his right arm to try and make an effort to free himself. All he wanted was to give his brother a solid hit in the chest, enough to make it so that he would stop...he did not intend for his fist to connect directly with Roy's crotch.

"Guh!" Roy grunted out in pain and surprise, releasing Junior immediately in the process. He then buckled over a bit to protect his nether regions from any further strikes.

Once released, Junior snickered a bit in triumph, until he saw the end results of just what exactly he did.

"Oh, crap...! Roy....Roy, you alright!?"

However, the pink-domed male's grunts of pain were replaced with hearty chuckles of delight.

"Not bad, Junior...not bad at all..."

Junior allowed himself to sigh a bit in relief.

"...I just wanted you to let me go...didn't mean to go below the belt..."

Roy just chuckled some more. "Nope...it's my bad for underestimating ya."

Following that, he gave Junior a nice pat on the back.

"A lil rough on the edges, sure, but with practice, you could live up to be ALMOST as good as I am! Ya sure you have no interest in joining the school?"

"Thanks, bro...but I'll say it again...you can be the better fighter. I'm content to be the better lover!" Junior stated proudly with a toothy grin.

"'Zat right? Heh...Babs is gonna be one lucky girly then..."

Junior just continued to smile onward, not making any further comments in that vein. He did not want to admit it, but all the fuss relating to prom was really starting to get to him, even more than it did his Junior Year.

And it was not just the "preening" process that he was inevitably going to have to go through tomorrow. Getting ready for prom in that facet alone was bad enough, and the thought of having curlers in his hair for any length of time made the scales on his hide crawl. But the one continuously nagging issue that burdened his spirit was something that far surpassed any of the others that could be named. And the worst part was he could not bring himself to even try and talk to his favorite older brother, who he saw as one of his best friends, about it.

How could he even hope to begin...?

"By the way...you wouldn't happen to know who's been stealing my Hot Pockets, wouldja?" Roy spoke again, breaking Junior's trail of thought.

"...wasn't me...!"

"I know," Roy stated plainly. "Didn't smell pizza on your breath. Willing to bet it was probably Lar or Mort. Fuckers."

Junior and Roy snickered a bit at that, ending with a high five.

"You really must be in a good mood. I've seen you go on one of your 'warpaths', for less," Junior grinned.

"Ain't it da truth?" Roy returned with his own, increasingly wider smile that accentuated his two, over-biting fangs. "But as it stands right now, two very cool things stand to happen today. That much said, it's really hard for me to stay mad at any one...though I wouldn't push my luck, all the same," he added.

"Well, THAT much should go without saying. What are these two things, any way?"

"Back to da den! It's almost 5:00! The first of the lot is getting ready to come on, now!"

And with that, Roy was able to spring to an upright position faster than perhaps any one would guess some one of his size had a right to do so. Roy was definitely a large fellow, but there was very little, if any, fat on him.

Everybody in the immediate Koopa family, including their patriarch, all did at least something to keep their bodies reasonably fit. Some even push farther, in order to make it so they can have some nice definition to compliment a nice figure. But no one, not even Junior, was as dedicated to keeping to a training regiment quite like their resident "Pink-Capped Crag". Tall, wide and powerful, Roy definitely earned, and continues to live up to that title, all on his own.

Such dedication is only one reason that has made Junior respect and admire his elder brother. Ever since that time years ago, Roy had done more to become a whole other person from what he was, when he and Junior both was still very young.

Just then, Roy, before getting ready to leave, turned around and offered an outstretched hand to his younger brother, with a toothy grin that showcased all of his teeth, including his two large fangs.

"...Well? You comin', or what, Bow J?"

Without further hesitation, Junior put his hand in Roy's own, and was lifted to his feet off the floor.

"Aight then! Let's go!" Roy then rushed down the hall, Junior quickly on his brother's tail.

*****

A short time later, the duo made it to one of the expansive den in the "main house" of the Koopa family, where one of the family's many 62" LCD HD televisions lay dormant.

"Good. Still all mine!" Roy's face lit up with glee. He then made short work to plop over to the magma-colored sofa to make himself more comfortable. The sofa itself was meant to seat 5-7 people, easily. In Roy's case, however, it's one of the few places he can go in the house, where he can actually stretch out, without his legs draping over something else. The recaptured remote in hand, he pressed the power button, and the television sparked to life.

"What were you gonna watch, any way...?" Junior asked.

The answer to Junior's question soon came from the TV itself.

"We now return to Cheaters!"

Junior could only look at his brother with a bit of disbelief, as well as disappointment.

"Oh, God...seriously, bro? Seriously? I hate to sound a bit like Ludwig here, but there's GOTTA be something better on TV than this! Why rot your mind with this kind of garbage? I'd almost rather you were watching something less in the way of utterly pathetic, like 'Scrubs'!"

"And y'know what? You AND your lil self-righteous opinion can both have a nice, piping-hot mug of 'Shut yo' ass up,' Rerun!" Roy then continued to smile, knowing that he used the one childhood nickname that Junior hated for him, or any one else for that matter, to use.

It was no secret; Junior hated it when his siblings coined it up for him back when they were all children, and he still hates it when they throw it in his face, even now. So much was clearly evident, in the form of how Junior's expression got tighter and his eyes narrowed to furious slits.

Were that such "blasphemy" came from any body else's maw, Junior would have probably been ready to go on a "warpath" that might have started to rival his older brother's own. But seeing that it was Roy that used it, and only for the sake of jest, at that, Junior did more to keep his attitude in check.

"Besides, if you MUST know, I don't usually watch this show. This is the time when I would usually be watching 'American Gangster'. But, then again...it's not usual to hear a tip through the grape vine, stating that some one I used to know actually appears on this episode."

"...You serious?"

"Yep. Now, either sit down and watch this wit' me, or you can just vacate da premises. I'm tryin' to watch, ya know."

Having nothing else better to do, it was all that Junior could do to shrugs his shoulders and then lay down on the neighboring loveseat.

"...'Sides...after this is over, you can have the TV, 'lil bro. I promise, aight?"

"...I dunno...that may not be good enough for me..." Junior trailed off.

"Wha'chu talking 'bout, Junior?"

"...Don't think I forgot your promise to watch some B-grade Movie goodness with me! I just got a new addition to my 'lil collection recently, and was thinking of 'cashing in' on that promise..." Junior raised his bushy red eyebrows sinisterly.

"...What's it this time...?"

"Patas: The Paws of Fate," Junior said sinisterly.

If it was possible, Roy's eyes would have bugged out of his head, and right through his sunglasses.

"AW, HELL NAW! You ain't getting me to watch that hot piece of shit!"

"Hmmmm...what's wrong, Roy...?"

"Oh, don't even hand me that! You couldn't pay me enough to sit through that kind of shit, whose levels of shittiness is SO high, it simply had to be because the G who made it was a muthafuckin' fertilizer salesman! I know that much, and I don't spend hours of my life wasting away on the internet, like Iggy!" Roy shouted.

"...And yet...you will, because of a promise made to your favorite little brother, who you love and cherish so very, very much..." Junior said in a mellowed tone, and with a widened grin.

"...Dunno if there ain't that much love in this world of ours, or any other!!" Roy grunted out with a huff.

"Thanks, Roy. I always know I can count on you, for everything, through thick and thin, no matter what..." Junior smiled triumphantly.

"...Whatever, now shut up, fer cryin' out loud! I sat through this entire episode, just for this moment coming up!"

Content, Junior sat back, and watched the events play out on TV. A rather slimy looking reptilian, with blackish-grey hair and wire-rimmed glasses, soon appeared after the logo flashed away, following the commercial break.

"Hello, I'm Joey Gecko, and thank you for joining us for another compelling episode of 'Cheaters'. We now return you to our client, who is about to receive the truth on just what his significant other is doing behind his back."

As ashamed as Junior would be to openly admit, he did watch this show once with a bunch of friends from school, one night. Sure, they were all largely drunk at the time, but he was sober enough to remember that the basic formula of the show had not changed much since then that late night viewing. And this evening's episode was no different.

Some green Yoshi male with purplish hair, named "Yan," was complaining about how he had his "suspicions" that his girl, a Birdo named "Catherine," may be stepping out on him. And well, since this show is what it is, he was proven correct.

Then came the equally predictable thing of how Joey Gecko played back some of the footage captured by Gecko's "detectives," to the distraught young man, only seeking to rile him up even further as he played back footage (which to the audience was, of course, censored by mosaics) of his "love of 3 years" performing promiscuous acts with another man, who was a Mouser that also had his face also obscured by mosaics.

Gecko would later give Yan a chance to confront the duo outside of a local club, which the latter, all too easily, accepted.

"...Predictable...and you don't know ANY of these people?" Junior asked after a period of silence.

"Not from Adam," Roy replied with a smug grin.

"Then...why are we still watching this...?"

"You'd think somebody who gets some sick joy from watching movies that even those...3K-sumthin' guys wouldn't touch on a good day, would undastand..."

"There is a thin line, Roy!" Junior started. "Craptacular B-movie films are often so bad, they're good. If nothing else, they serve as means for you laugh at, because it's unintentionally funny!"

"...As opposed to this...?"

"...which is just...further adjectives fail me at the moment. Hang on..." Junior ran a few fingers through his crimson tresses, almost a mirror for how he was mentally combing through his fairly extensive vocabulary, for a word that could adequately convey the point he was trying to make.

Back on screen, Yan, Gecko and the rest of the Cheaters camera crew, had just confronted Catherine and the still mosaic-faced Mouser outside of the club. And, Yan, of course, was livid.

"What the hell, Cathy!? How could ya do this to me!?" Yan shouted to me.

"Da *BLEEP*?!" the Mouser shouted out, with his expletive censored for the sake of those at home.

"Ummm..." Catherine barely stammered out.

Roy's grin widened. "Here it comes, Junior...watch..."

Junior's gaze returned to the TV, giving this program one last chance to at least amuse him.

"Running around on me like this, and for what?! 3 years, right down the toilet?!"

"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Gecko chimed in. He then turned to the Mouser. "And what about you, didn't you know that she was in a relationship, already?"

"Yo, I didn't know nuthin, man...I was just hittin' and quittin' it, ya kno whu' I'm sayin.'" the Mouser simply stated.

Catherine could only be silent from the shock of being caught. Cameras were all around her. People outside of the club, and across the street were watching the drama unfold attentively, and more were coming out to see the spectacle. The "trio," such as it was, were most definitely the center of attention.

"I repeat, Ms. Catherine, don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Gecko repeated in a condescending manner.

"Y'know what? Sure! Boys, I guess it's time to come clean for the both of you...

Guess what?! I'm actually a man! I was hoping to cover up the truth with my operation coming up in a few weeks, but this *BEEP* just forced my hand!" Catherine shouted out.

Both Yan and the Mouser could only look at "her" in shock. Even Gecko and his crew had their reactions mixed. Some could only muster disquieted looks on their faces, while Gecko and a number of others had small smiles, knowing that this was going to be a juicy thing to put on the show, later.

"Oh, please!" the Birdo continued. "If either of ya dumbasses had even TRIED to play around with the 'equipment' in front, you would have probably figured it out by now! 'Specially YOU, Yan. You say 3 years, and you never even TRIED to pleasure me in that way. So what does that say about you, huh?"

The crowd in the background could only start hooping and hollering in response to that kind of revelation.

"...In a word: 'Wow'. It's not quite what I'm looking for, but I refuse to waste any of my precious brain cells on this program," Junior shook his head slowly.

"Wait, it gets better!" Roy shouted out.

On screen, one of the cameras caught a golden-shelled koopa in shades, and some of his friends, just enough for to capture them shouting out, in unison, one expletive.

"Daaaaaayum!" said the koopas, as they gave their best impression of acting a rather famous scene from the movie, Friday.

"Both of 'dem suckas got their balls busted on the spot!" the leader of the koopa group tacked on. "Oh, and I wanna give a shout out to all my koopaz out there watchin'! CHURCH!"

"And there we go! I know that guy!" Roy stated with a stupid grin on his face.

"...Waited through the entirety of this stupid episode, just for that?! A 'blink-and-you'll-miss-it' moment of just more trifling behavior in action?"

"Yep! King K wanted me and others to watch his, and the old KP crew's, quite literally, five seconds of fame on television."

Bowser, Jr. could only afford to give his brother a look that showcase several levels of being disgruntled.

"What? I used to know the guy from back in middle school," Roy smirked back.

"...Oh, 'Patas' awaits you, Roy...you have not endured true suffering until I force you to watch it..." Junior looked at his elder brother with a manic glee on his face.

"...you probably right. But it was worth it!" Roy ended with a cackle.

"I sincerely hope, for your sake, that the second part of your little 'list', is better than this one."

"Funny you brought that up..."

"Yes...funny indeed," a feminine voice agreed.

Roy looked up, to see his 2 years younger, and, in his opinion, thankfully ONLY sister, Wendy O. Koopa, glaring down at him. Her reddish-brown hair was in a wrap, and she, herself, was in a pink and white polka-dot bathrobe.

"I would have never believed it, if Kamella and the maids didn't tip me off! What are you doing HERE, Roy?!" she asked with increasing volume.

"Kickin' back, while watchin' quality TV with our youngest brother, as I'm sure you can plainly see," Roy answered plainly.

"...I wouldn't necessarily agree on the choice of 'quality' as an adjective, Roy..." Junior trailed off.

"Whatever! Why are you both in here, stinking up this room?! I could smell both of your funky carcasses from the other side of the house. And that would be saying a LOT!"

"Well, Junior 'n I DID work out together most of the afternoon..."

"...And you BOTH are on the NEW furniture I just ordered for this room! With them stinky, sweat-covered bodies!? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE BOTH OF YOU?! GET UP OFF THE FURNITURE!" Wendy screeched.

Roy then just gave Junior a passing glance. Thanks to the incoming light from the windows being just right, he was able to make out his brother giving him a quick wink, before turning back to Wendy.

Oh, boy. Junior thought to himself.

"You know what I think, woman? Honestly...? Fuck yo' couch!" Roy grinned like a maniac.

"WHAT?!" Wendy stated in reply.

"Did I stutter, woman!? FUCK YO' COUCH!"

Roy then proceeded to pound his large, dusty feet into the cushions of the sofa he was lying on. Meanwhile, Junior, in spite of his best efforts, could only start chuckling outwardly at his brother's antic...and then loudly.

"Roy, I ain't playing with you! Get your ass off that couch, or else I'm going to MAKE you get off!" Wendy warned.

But Roy was undeterred. After tiring of pounding his feet and arms into the sofa, he then proceeded to flip himself over, and started to "hump" it, instead.

"Oh, yeah! Look what I'm doing to da couch, Wendy! Feels. So. _ Good _!" Roy said in time with his overly-dramatic thrusts. "Keep up this pace with this one, and I might just throw her back out, eh Bow J?"

Wendy's face just went dead pan, as she reached calmly into a pocket on her robe.

"Alright...can't say I didn't warn you," Wendy stated in a sing-song tone, before she whipped out a small, pink-colored, close range taser, and pressed right into the seat of her brother's boxer shorts.

"ARRRRRGHH!!!" Roy exclaimed loudly in pain before he rolled off the couch, and to the floor beneath him, with a resounding thud. Junior's mouth went agape, after seeing just what Wendy was willing to do, to make good on her threats.

Their sister then turned the taser off, and then brought handle of the taser to her face, giving it a light kiss with her full lips.

"Good job, my sweet...my absolute favorite present from my 16th Birthday!" Wendy smiled in triumph.

All the while, Roy was recovering from "shock", both literally, as well as figuratively. When he was coherent enough, he sprang to his feet, and towered over his younger sister, who was only 5' 4" without her high-heeled footwear.

"WHAT DA FLYIN' FUCK'S YOUR PROBLEM, WOMAN!?" Roy bellowed at her. "YOU TRYIN' TO KILL ME!?"

"...I did gave you a fair warning. And just like the last idiot who tried to get fresh, with all of this..." she ran her hands quickly up the robed, hour-glass figure of her body. "...you, too, had it coming, when you don't LISTEN to me. 'No means no', is right, after all!" she continued to smirk.

Roy could only scowl and growl in defeat. Part of him longed for the days when they all were younger, and Wendy was a tom-boy who could both take AND give a nice licking. But after a certain period of time, she started really working that "independent woman" MO of hers. And as such, she was then declared "off-limits", in that regard, to all of her siblings.

After what had just occurred finally registered in his mind, Junior made short work to quietly get off the loveseat he was on. He definitely did NOT want any of that which Roy just got.

"Well, in any case, Roy, you're up now. Go hit the showers already, you don't have too much longer, y'know!"

"Longer for what, exactly?" Junior asked a bit anxiously, wanting to finally know what was the matter being discussed.

"What, you mean this overgrown lummox didn't tell you?" Wendy looked at Jr.

"I was tryin' to, before we were so RUDELY interrupted...!" Roy started.

Wendy just threw up a hand in Roy's face as a quick and effective retort.

"Any way...he is coming back today..." Wendy smiled almost wistfully.

"Oh...oh, really?" Junior asked with a returning smile.

"Ya, really! My best bud's coming back! Fun times will be here again!" Roy crowed happily.

"Not dressed like THAT, they won't!" Wendy stated, pointing to her brother's work-out gear.

"...What?" Roy smiled.

"C'mon, now! Act like you know, and also like you got some home training! Get in the tub, scrub those dead and stanky scales away, and freshen up, already! You don't want him to see you like this, after almost two years, right? Like some dirt ball rolling around the house..."

"You serious? The way we were tight like glue, years ago? Me being like 'dis is probably the way he DOES remember me best!" Roy continued to smile, while giving a faux-muscleman pose.

"Tcha'... you know what? Uh-uh!" Wendy replied. She then got a more serious look on her face.

"Roy, really...he's given you his best when it came to it, no questions asked. You probably wouldn't have gotten this far in your life, such as it is, without him having your shell as much as he did. The LEAST you can do is make yourself more presentable for his triumphant return home! Is that too much to ask?"

Roy just stood there for a brief period, as if he was thinking back to all those times he and his pal had together. After letting his sister's words sink in, he relented.

"...Alright," he then turned his head sideways to look at Junior. "Partna', I'll holla at'cha in a minute."

"Later," Junior stated simply, as he watched Roy leave.

A mere few seconds following Roy's departure, Wendy's eyes turned in his direction.

"Well? What are YOU waiting for, BJ? An invitation?" she said at last.

"With all due respect, sis...I like the guy, and all that; he's good people. But he is Roy's friend. I don't think his heart would be broken if he saw me like this, nor if I decided to just hang out in my room. I can easily take a shower, later."

Wendy slowly sauntered over to Junior, and then proceeded to run one of her fingernails gently under his chin. Junior tensed up immediately at her touch; he knew this could not end well.

"...Well, the way I see it, sweet lil' baby brother of mine? You got only two options open to you.

You can either a) go on and get yourself refreshed, in all of the traditional means or..."

She then surprised Junior by quickly clasping her left hand around Junior's neck, letting her nails sink into his flesh just a bit, while her right, taser primed and ready, was pointed directly at the end of muzzle.

"...b) me and my lil' friend right here, can try and see if we can FRY the stank off of your person; right here, right now. Which one's it gonna be, hm?"

She then proceeded to let the taser spring to life. Junior could see the small sparks flying off at the end of the device. In fact, one spark actually landed just above his right nostril, giving him a small tinge of pain that he just barely stifled his initial reaction to.

"I...guess it's fine to take a shower, now. I do profess to care about my hygiene, and keeping myself well-kept, overall," Junior choked out quickly.

"Good! So glad to see you are much more reasonable fellow than that utter ogre of a brother of yours. I'm electing not to claim him, right now," Wendy smiled sweetly.

"I aim to please," Junior replied curtly with a small, if not perhaps a bit nervous, smile.

"Well, hop to it, BJ!" Wendy smacked his rear firmly. "Maybe you might give that new cologne I got for you a try, to see if it will serve your needs for tomorrow!"

"...Yes, ma'am," Junior said quickly, and then made for a good stride to finally get away from his older sister.

While Wendy was probably one of the few people that Junior may actually some what "fear", he could never deny that she ever had anything but the best of intentions, at heart. In a day and age, where the former matriarch of the family was long gone, she slid into a surrogate role to fill the void, on her own accord. Too often, it fell on her to try and keep the household and family together, and in order, when their father could not be able to. He did have a global, 5-star hotel business to run, after all.

Even their eldest brother, Ludwig, was more content to help with running the family business, as opposed to anything relating to the actual family.

For what was certainly, at times...or rather, most of the time, a stressful and, sometimes, a thankless job? Junior had to give her the respect and admiration that was due to her, as well.And, if nothing else, she seemed to accept her role in life. And it would not surprise him in the least if she liked to the ability to flaunt the power she enjoys, being the Koopa family's designated "Queen Bee". Or at least, certainly the right to exercise her "stinger," as she desires.

Getting away from that, he turned his thoughts to what was coming up in just a short matter of time. Returning to his room, he started to undress and prep for his bath. A smile creeped upon his face once more, as he was left to ponder, among other things, just how well ol' boy Hanbei will react to seeing him now. Especially with his new nose ring, no less....