#jxmpmxn

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          "Music. String things. Key things. Whacking things for a rhythm...things." He didn't have a brain right now, but that wasn't going to stop him from acting on the weirdest, strongest impulse he's felt in months. So he'd used the spare key Luigi had left under the mat to act upon said impulse. Sorry, Bro.

          "I dunno. My head won't shut up about it. I can almost picture a band and everything. Did I used to play guitar?"

                    @jxmpmxn || [x]

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          He’s run out of options. If he wants to calm his mind down, he’s going to have to act upon what those worries are telling him to do. He’d chosen a very poor time to do so, however, catching his poor brother in the middle of the night yet again as he sat on his windowsill.

          “...” Perhaps the night air would wake him up in time, but there wasn’t time to wait for that. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Something could be wrong, but he could also be jumping to conclusions based on his sources. He had to know what Mario thought about all this. So he slid off the windowsill and into the room. But instead of shaking his brother awake like a normal human being, he decided it was a better option to plop down on the bed next to him.

          Time to get up, bro. Please.

                    @jxmpmxn || oh you know MahoIku started this

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"Wh... whO wants lasagna? ...did I say it right?" ~~jxmpmxn

          Thetiming was absolutely amazing, catching him completely off-guard. He couldn’thelp but stifle a chuckle with his hand.

          “Um… What?” Where did that even come from, anyway? “Ye–…Y-Yeah, you–… You did it right.” Humor him. He’s humoring Dad HumorMan.

                    @jxmpmxn