❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞ BONVIAGGE !
he’s infuriated; at the end of his short leash. crazed blue hues are just barely hidden beneath the dark shadows cast from his furrowed brow. younger brother they said. younger brother: burden, fool, freak– you said. nose wrinkles in disgust, a practiced look from their father. jaw pulls taut and leaves him as nothing but sharp, jagged edges for anyone to cut themselves on.
“ fuuuck! do you ever shut the fuck up, pavi? i can’t fucking take it. you’re like one of pop’s old records that skips, but he still won’t throw the goddamn thing out. still plays it, broken and fucked up as it is. ” the reason he will always be fond of his little paviche is due to nothing other than the wonderful sounds he makes when luigi’s got his hand squeezed tight around his throat.