oh, so this guy’s got a mallet too? birds of a feather flock toge– holy shit! “whoa, for real!? why doesn’t my mallet do that!? that’s unfair as hell!” he produces his own mallet from where rpg characters usually pull their weapons out of (the netherworld or something, probably), and waves it around for bellamy to see.
“alright, buddy, where’d ya get that? lemme guess, it’s a limited edition item or somethin’?” he tries mimicking what the other did to extend his weapon, obviously not resulting in anything. ryuji’s too focused on this whole ordeal to really compliment the ability, but his jealousy is obvious enough. “ah, whatever. at least this means we got somethin’ in common though. we can call ourselves the hammer bros!” he grins. “get it? like in super mario? but obviously way better-lookin’.”
“hahahaha, don’t try too hard, kid!” lavi says, almost doubling over with exaggerated glee.
he returns the hammer to it’s much more manageable size and slips it back into the holster at his thigh.
“nah, it’s nothin’ special, jus’ my innocence. don’ feel stupid or nothin’, normal people dunno about it, ‘specially in this city, i’m assumin’.”
scratching the side of his head, he considers the situation.
“it’ll be pretty hard to explain, so how ‘bout we sit down and get somethin’ to eat, yeah?” he grabs ryuji by the hand unabashedly and begins to drag him along, looking for the nearest japanese joint.
wait- super mario...? it was rare lavi didn’t understand a reference, and he racked his brain through the numerous history books he had pored over in his lifetime, trying desperately to figure this out.
...yeah, nope, he’s stumped. he stops dragging ryuji along, giving him a quizzical look.
“so, uh, not to soun’ like an oaf or anythin’, but what’s super mario?”