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the-sassy-princess:

lone-red-star replied to your post: So, do you ship MarioxPeach?

GEE, THAT WASN’T OBVIOUS.

“Hm? You have a problem with me like you and Peach as a couple, is that it? Hm? Hm?”

Of course not. But I don’t see why it was necessary for anyone to ask you if you ‘ship’ us, considering it’s really obvious.

(Source: princessofsarasaland)

delicategreenflower:

::Nice save, Mario. It helped calm Luigi a tad. His breathing returned to a more normal state, as normal as one could get around someone who looked just like his brother. It was the sincerity again. This was so unpracticed, that was the only thing keeping the man in green tied to reality.::

H-He doesn’t…… 

::Being weak is not okay to him. Which is what he was Luigi believing he is… There was a bitter taste on his tongue, more than usual, whenever he thought about his very own “adventure”.::

[Mario sighed in irritation, and by the fact he wasn’t trying to stare down Luigi, it was obvious that he wasn’t irritated with him. His other self was apparently a jerk. A very big jerk. Bigger a jerk than he ever thought he could be in an alternate dimension. Isn’t that just lovely to find out. He wasn’t happy about that — at all.

He just can’t take it anymore.]

You know, your Mario? I think I should give ‘im a piece of my mind if I ever manage to confront him.

[He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Come on, Mario, don’t let yourself get worked up over this. This is about Luigi, after all. With a shake of his head, he glanced at the other with a smile.]

I think that’s a brave thing to do, especially for an ungrateful lout like him.

delicategreenflower:

::Luigi jolted, eyes widening. So maybe it was just a game, an awful not fun at all game that he still didn’t want any part of. But, nope, he wasn’t going to say that. Not to Mario’s face anyways. So, step back he did.::

M-My brother got kidnapped, I save— I hel— I assisted him in-ing getting out.

::He swallowed nervously…::

I’m sorry, I sh-shouldn’t… Shouldn’t have lied. 

[Mario’s shortness of patience completely dissipated when he saw Luigi visibly react like that, like as if he’d just slapped him in the face. Well, that was smart of you, Mario. You could have put that a little more gently. He cursed himself and privately asked Grambi to gift him the ability to actually say the right thing next time.]

Luigi, calm down. I’m not angry. I was a little annoyed, but that’s not because of you. I’m terribly impatient. Working on that.

[He took a deep breath. Geez, this was a little stressful. He’d never paid this much attention to how he treated people before. Well, sure, he wasn’t heartless or careless about it, but he really had to be careful with this one.]

… Is the reason why you didn’t tell me because he doesn’t like the fact you rescued him? Because I think that’s utterly ridiculous, to tell you the truth. He should be grateful that you were around.

[And he meant it, too. If he was right about this, it gave him more reasons to want to punch the alternate him in the face.]

delicategreenflower:

::He did recognize the whole being eaten thing. Only second hand from his brother, though. He blinked, and the recognition was easy to see on his face. He thought to himself that if this Mario was telling the truth, than there is a lot of parallels to his own… That’s only if the truth was being told, of course. Which was unlikely.

Oh, but talking about his own adventures made him uncomfortable. He did go on one, a very weird one with mansions and-and ghosts. Funny thing was, he was going to actually save Mario. He succeeded too! Mario complained that he didn’t need any help, though. Then things got out of hand… Luigi opted to just shake his head instead.::

N-No…

[Mario watched Luigi’s expression change — excellent. He was getting there. Slowly, but he was, indeed, and it was comforting to know that. It renewed his patience, at least. Patience is a virtue? Pshh, try telling him that. He hardly had any, but he knew that he had to use it for this situation.

Luigi had been on an adventure of some sort, Mario could tell. But for some reason he wouldn’t ‘fess up. What was it with Daisy and Luigi and hiding things? Though he was sure that the man had a bigger reason for it than Daisy did. A much more gruesome reason… and one that nearly made Mario’s blood boil. He was getting closer and closer to confirming his suspicions and he didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t care if this other Mario wore his same face and name — that didn’t make what he was doing okay.]

Not sure if I believe you or not.

[His voice was more exasperated than angry. Actually, it wasn’t angry at all.]

delicategreenflower:

::It wasn’t ever doubt that this man wasn’t Mario. Yes he was missing the hat, but the Mario figure was not one easily recreated. Luigi swayed a bit and risked another glance at the other. Longer this time.::

Y-Yeah, my bro..ther gets in to difficulties with Bowser too—

::He hadn’t meant to say that outloud, his brother didn’t like hearing about his “failiures” or any troubles at all. Especially not from Luigi, someone he had total control over. The man in green swallowed slowly.::

Right… N-No big deal.

Pfft! I wouldn’t doubt it!

[Well, this Mario didn’t seem to mind.]

Bowser is a pain. Why we invite him to karting is completely beyond me…

I did have to work with him when he ate me, though. He wasn’t aware of it at the time, but that’s exactly what I did.

[Thinking about that made him think about Starlow. How was that Star Sprite doing nowadays, anyway? He hadn’t seen her in a long time. He shrugged it off, though, when he realized he was rambling a little.]

Have you ever gone on any adventures of your own?

delicategreenflower:

::Luigi’s expression did morph. There was still a touch of fear, that was something that wouldn’t go away in a sentence, a day, or even a month. But he looked a touch more incredulous. That was a preposterous admission, even more than the first one. But, he’ll be damned if it wasn’t sincere.::

You mean….. 

::He rubbed his arm, one of his many nervous ticks.::

I don’t think I…. Believe you.

::And again with the squinting. This, though, was him testing the waters. The very shallow waters. He glanced around and found all the possible exits he could take if he things were to take a bad turn. This, obviously, was practiced.::

[Mario expected that. After all, before recently he had no way of believing a ‘Luigi’ would exist. Yet here was one, standing right before him. And, once more, he hadn’t thought of the idea of having a brother at all. To think that there’d be one for an alternate version of him never would have crossed his mind.

He had to prevent himself from just about sighing in exasperation when the other man started looking around like as if, once again, he was going to do something to him. Couldn’t he recognize the fact that he bore him no ill will? Apparently not. Luigi could talk to him without thinking he was going to overreact. He was pretty cool with anything, really. Sure, he could get annoyed and impulsive and immature, but he had learned better to roll with the blows over the years.

And he certainly wasn’t going to do anything drastic.]

I wouldn’t believe me, either, if I didn’t know better. And if I hadn’t faced the crazy stuff I’ve gone through. Getting eaten by Bowser, for example…

[That was an awkward way of phrasing ‘I understand,’ but who cares.]

But it’s no big deal. [’Really, it isn’t. Believe me when I say it this time.’]

[How gregarious you are, Mario.]

You don’t know me too well, and I don’t know you too well, so there’s a lot we’ve gotta learn about each other before we start being on the same page.

the-sassy-princess:

“N-Nice dance, Mario…I’m sure the Princess would love it.”

Quit your snickering! You’re just jealous because you can’t do anything similar.

(Source: lone-red-star)

the-sassy-princess:

lone-red-star:

the-sassy-princess replied to your post: I knew it. See, this is why you don’t doubt…

“Yes, yes. You can go do your happy dance now.”

More like my ‘Mario’s always right’ dance.

It’s my signature dance and I’ve gotten quite good at it because, y’know, I’ve had a lot of reasons to do it.

 ”Oh, really? May I see this ‘Mario’s always right’ dance?”

[Welp. You asked for it.

A slightly pudgy Italian man is now dancing. He even breakdances a little. Hope you’re happy now, Daisy.]

the-sassy-princess replied to your post: I knew it. See, this is why you don’t doubt…

“Yes, yes. You can go do your happy dance now.”

More like my ‘Mario’s always right’ dance.

It’s my signature dance and I’ve gotten quite good at it because, y’know, I’ve had a lot of reasons to do it.