@1upbcy || STARTERS 7/7
It was nightfall now. A whole day wasted trying to find anyone he recognized. At the very least, the one thing he could find was his new living quarters (although not without help). Sluggishly, with spirits crushed and head hanging low, Luigi drags himself down Cotes Ward with hands dug deep into the pockets of his overalls. Every now and then he’d peer up to check the housing signs. 260 was his own, but from the looks of it, his trip was going to be a lot longer at this rate.
“ Two hundred and-a twenty six... Two hundred and-a twenty seven... Two hundred and-a twenty eight... ”
Only a little less than 40 houses to go. At least the streets were lit somewhat well. The only time he’d ever really found himself picking up his pace was in between the spotlights cast from lamps overhead. That - and quick glimpse of something red in the window of 229. His legs suddenly felt like spaghetti in that instance; losing their footing and causing him to scramble to get a stronger footing, all while scrambling backwards just to press his nose against the kitchen’s window and cup hands around his face for a better look inside. He had to be seeing things, right? There was no honest to god way that Mario had been so close by this entire time, RIGHT?
WRONG. There was that unmistakable sight of familiar red and blue walking just into view. His frantic gasps had fogged the window a few times, causing him to push away - wipe the glass clear - and peer back all to check a total of three times just to confirm his suspicions.
Not a single bit of wooden frame or paint on him. No terrifying King Boo looming beside him. Just a lone Mario, cozily settling down for the night indoors.
“ MARIOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ”
He desperately wants to pound on the glass, but freezes at the mere thought of somehow ruining it further, beyond the nose imprints left behind, in his pure panicked desire to gain his elder brother’s attention. So it’s a dash for the door and little care for whoever else bunks with his brother, frenetically pounding away.
“ MARIO, IT’S-A ME, LUIGI. PLEASE! OPEN THE DOOR! PER FAVORE FAMMI ENTRARE! ”
