💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad 💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely
💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
“My loved ones?” Larry tipped his head to the side with a claw to his chin, “you mean, like my brothers and sis?” His eyelids narrowed in thought as he looked off. Memories pooled into his mind like an empty glass being filled with water.
“Well, I do remember somethin’ that Ludwig did,” Larry removed the claw from under his chin and placed his arms at his sides as he looked down to the floor, “and I’ll never forget it.” The corners of his lips perked into a weak smile. He looked back up with a cheerful glint in his clear, blue eyes as he began his story.
“So one night I was settin’ up to open my club,” he started with occasional, but short, pauses, “it was the regular dealio, but I ran into one problem that night. I couldn’t think of any music to play, and I couldn’t use anything that I created because I didn’t really have any of my remixes finished at the time.” The koopa paused and scratched the back of his head.
“At first I didn’t know what to do, but then I saw Ludwig pass by me, since he was kinda helping me set up, and I got a great idea!” Larry exclaimed as his face brightened.
“I went up to him and asked him if he would play one of his fancy instruments during my gig so I could remix it with my turntables and make it sound awesome, because, let’s be honest, those old instruments have no kick to ‘em!” He giggled to himself a bit; knowing that his brother, Ludwig, would’ve begged to differ.
“It took him a minute or two to answer, but then he said, ‘why don’t you go to your, uh, turntables and wait, I’ll be right back’” Larry said while trying to imitate his older brother’s deeper voice and accent.
“He came back holdin’ a violin. He was gonna do it for me! I helped him get his violin hooked up with everything and then I finally opened up my club. Once it was packed we started the music. Ludwig started by playing his violin alone, and then, later on, I started to add my beats and mix it with some electronic stuff. It sounded sooooooo cool! We were amazing, man! And everyone loved it! I even saw Ludwig bumpin’ his head a bit to my tunes, which is surprising since he doesn’t really like my music, heh.” Larry finished and couldn’t help but smile as he reflected on the memory once more.
💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely
“Lonely?” The starred Koopa’s face twisted into a puzzled expression and his eyes showed that he took some sort of offense.
“I’ve never felt lonely before!” Larry snapped suddenly as his tone took a defensive turn. How could someone accuse him of having such an emotion?
“Well,” his hard expression turned soft and he shifted uncomfortably, “except for that one time my siblings and dad left me behind when Mario beat me.” The blue-eyed Koopa shook his head and let out a frustrated grunt.
“But that doesn’t count!” His voice raised again and his eyelids became downward slants once more. Larry wasn’t going to let this stupid memory take control of his emotions.