#ler!mario

[1-upboys]

Ok so this is gonna be funny...

*INHALE*

Mario tickling Luigi with raspberries because he's been angy Boi and needs to smile more

Also I love your art it's so cute!

[weegee-simp69]

Say It

{The only phrase Luigi can never bring himself to say is what he loves the most.~}

The brothers had settled down for the day, finally away from the boring monotony that was Peach’s castle during a council meeting. Luigi lazed on the couch as Mario slid a pizza into the oven.

“Long day, huh, bro?” Mario said, draping the dishcloth over the faucet.

“You got that right,” Luigi sighed, stretching his arms over his head. The movement caused his green shirt to ride up, exposing a pale strip of his belly.

Mario’s eyes twinkled. He saw an opportunity to make Luigi smile again.

And there was one particular word, one simple, silly word, that Luigi would rather face down a whole army of Koopa Troopas than say aloud.

Casually, Mario padded over to the sofa and plopped down next to him, “you seem tense.”

“I'm fine,” Luigi said, his voice a low rumble, “just tired.”

"No, you're not," Mario countered playfully.

He reached out a deceptively quick finger and gave a swift poke to Luigi exposed belly.

Luigi made a sound far too high-pitched for his liking. He shot Mario a betrayed look, clamping his arms down to protect the sensitive spot.

“H-hey! What was that for?”

“Just checking the tension,” Mario teased, his grin widening, “seems pretty high.”

He made another quick jab, this time at Luigi’s ribs.

Luigi yelped, trying to bat his brother's hand away.

“EEK! S-stop that!” Luigi growled, trying to put on a tough face.

Unfortunately, Mario saw right through this, “stop what?” he asked, his voice drenched in innocence as his fingers began a light, spider-like scuttle over Luigi’s stomach.

Luigi erupted. A strangled laugh burst from his chest, a sound he immediately tried to swallow. He wriggled and squirmed, pushing at Mario’s hands with a surprising lack of force.

“You know what! That... that finger-wiggling thing!”

“The 'finger-wiggling thing'?!” Mario repeated, raising an eyebrow in amusement at the strange description of tickling.

He intensified his tickl-y attack, his other hand joining in to playfully dig into the space just under Luigi’s arm, “you mean this?”

The effect was immediate. Luigi squealed, and snorted. His already failed ‘tough-guy’ facade crumbled into helpless, breathless laughter. He twisted on the couch, trying to curl into a ball, but Mario, with his heavy body mass now laying over Luigi, was relentless.

“MARIOHOHO! COME OHOHON STAHAHAP!!” Luigi gasped between peals of laughter that echoed through their home.

“I'll stop when you say the word,” Mario sang, finding a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, just below his ear.

Luigi’s eyes flew open, wide with panic. “AAAEEE HEHEHEHE NO! NOT THEHEHERE!”

He clamped his chin down, his face turning a shade of red that nearly matched his brother’s hat. Luigi would not give in. The word was too goofy. Too embarrassing. It wasn't something a grown man said!..

“What's wrong, little bro?” Mario teased, his fingers dancing a merciless rhythm across Luigi’s sides, and skittering up his belly, “is il mio fratellino afraid of a little... ticka-ticka-tickles?”

Tickles AND teasing in Italian?! This was too much for the poor man. A loud, unrestrained laugh ripped out of Luigi, and he fell back against the cushions, utterly defeated.

“ALRIGHT YOU WIHIHIN!!” he wheezed, his stomach aching.

Mario paused, his hands hovering, a triumphant smile on his face, “I'm waiting.”

Luigi glared at him, his chest still heaving. He tried to form the syllables, but they felt foreign and mortifying in his mouth. “I like... it's that... T-sound thing.”

"Nope. Not good enough," Mario said, and his fingers descended once more, wiggling with renewed vigor against Luigi’s ribs.

“AH- AHAHA NO, STAHAHAP YOU ASSHOHOHOLE!” Luigi howled, tears of mirth springing to his eyes.

He was completely unraveled, a giggling, squirming mess. The tired man was gone, replaced by the silly little brother he'd always been, “OKAHAHAY!! Okay!- S-stop! Please!"

Mario leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper, “just say it, Luigi. Say ‘stop tickling me’.”

His fingers gently fluttered against the other man’s belly causing soft ‘hehe’ like giggles to pour from Luigi’s lips.

Luigi took a shaky breath, the laughter still bubbling under the surface from the maddening gentleness of Mario’s tickles.

The sentence fought him every step of the way.

"Stop... stop..." he squeezed his eyes shut, “stop... tickling mehehehe!" he finally blurted out, the word tumbling from his lips in a rush.

Mario quickly gave him another vibration of his fingers against his ribs causing Luigi to squeal before finally pulling his hands back.

The sudden silence was filled only with Luigi’s heavy breathing and the last few giggles escaping his throat.

He slowly sat up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand and shooting his brother a half-hearted scowl.

“Happy now?” he grumbled, though there was no heat in it.

Mario’s expression softened from mischievous to deeply affectionate, “almost. I think you're holding something back.”

Before Luigi could protest, Mario made a single, slow, deliberate wiggle of his fingers in the air. Luigi flinched instinctively, a nervous smile twitching at his lips.

“I know you like it..~” he teased.

Luigi covered his face, whining.

“Say it,” Mario prompted gently.

Luigi looked at his brother. He looked around at their home as if someone else was around. The tension in his shoulders was gone, replaced by a warm, pleasant exhaustion. The weight of being human felt a little lighter.

A genuine, unforced smile spread across his face. He let out a soft sigh, a final surrender to the silliness of it all.

“Okay,” he said, his voice quiet but clear, “I like being tickled.”

Mario’s smile was sickly sweet, “I know.”

He scribbled his ribs quickly causing Luigi to cackle in surprise, then clapped him on the back, a solid, reassuring thud.

“Now, I’m gonna go check on that pizza in the oven.”

Luigi grinned, feeling more like himself than he had all day, “nohohow you're talkin'.”

[affectionately-scaring]

weegees laughter button 😚

[stariez-artz]

csn i give Mr puzzles getting tickled by smg4 and mario

[coy-lee-q]

I haven't watched the new movie yet, but I'm not afraid of spoilers. The boys are adorable and always have been. I've loved them since I was little and yes, LUIGI GAL FOR LIFE!💖

But since it seems people are falling for them all over again, I thought I'd bring them back out of the margins of my notes in school and give them some proper attention on here.

(I also headcanon Luigi legit feels more confident in a disguise {like cosplaying honestly} so I could see him being more bold in that old Mr. L outfit plus he looks so cute in it)

[ghostytouch]

I love to see paper Luigi being tickled,but paper Mario deserves some laughs,too.He always carries too much.

[trashyswitch]

Day 5: Boo!

Mario was admiring the mushroom kingdom, when something (or rather, someone) jumps out and scares him! And as soon as Mario's up, he's determined to get his revenge.

Sooooo late...Here's Day 5. Hope you enjoy!

Mario was walking through the Mushroom Kingdom, just taking in the world around him. The different sizes of the mushrooms somewhat overwhelmed his vision at points. The mushrooms were almost like the trees in Brooklyn. Most of the urban trees were smaller, mere sprouts. But the large mushrooms were like the huge trees in Prospect Park. It was super pretty, but it was also a little hard to comprehend at first. 

He walked past some little shrubs and bushes, noticing the large cliff sides on his left. The cliff sides looked primarily rocky, with a large amount of overgrown grassy tops of their own. Even the cliff sides were circular and rounded like mushrooms. He had never seen anything like this before. This made any sort of nature back home look all crusty. Or, as the people outside of Brooklyn would say, sketchy or dirty. 

Seeing a hill up ahead, Mario took a running start from several feet away. He started to sprint up the hill, knowing full well that he might run out of air by the end of the hill. He knew this well…and yet, he still felt confident that he could make it. Mario got halfway up the hill, and switched his running to a faster type of climbing. He made his way up the hill, determined to make it up despite the beginning of burning in his lungs. 

Finally, Mario reached the top of the hill and stood at the top, breathing heavily as he took in the view. He doubled over and leaned against his knees to help him take in breath faster and more effectively. When he felt recuperated enough, he straightened his back and looked at the beautiful view of the mushroom kingdom from up there. Turning himself around, he took in the 360-degree view of the kingdom. 

No words could describe just how awestruck he felt seeing this place. He lives here…He actually lives here…He lives in a beautiful place that most would be envious of. It still blew his mind. 

Taking in a big breath, Mario let out a long sigh with a small smile and started to walk himself down the hill. He had only gone 5 steps down when he heard something jump out of the bushes. 

“BOO!” 

“AAAH-” Mario lost his balance, yelling out an “OH MERDA-!” before flopping onto the ground. Naturally, gravity began to take over as he felt himself rolling down the steep hill. It seemed like the being that scared him, was sprinting after Mario as he rolled down the hill. Mario could feel himself getting dizzy and slightly motion sick. Finally, after what felt like 20 minutes, Mario’s body slowed to a stop at the bottom of the hill. Mario was laying on his stomach, groaning in pain. 

“Mario! Mario, are you okay?” The person asked. 

Mario slowly pulled himself up with a grunt, and got onto his feet. Adjusting his hat, Mario looked at who the culprit was: It was Toad…the same Toad that had come with them on the adventure to save Luigi and the Mushroom Kingdom. 

“Ow…Hi Toad…” Mario muttered. 

“Are you okay?” Toad asked, checking his hands and knees. 

Mario huffed slightly and dusted off his hands and face. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” 

“Okay, good…” Toad looked up at Mario with his beady little eyes. “Cause THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST FALL I’D EVER SEEN! HAHAHAHA!” Toad threw his head back with a fit of cackles, falling onto his butt in the process. 

Mario rolled his eyes and fixed his overall strap. “Har-dee-har-har…Very funny Toad…” Mario mumbled. 

“Are you kidding?! That wasn’t just funny, IT WAS HILARIOUS!” Toad bursted out in even more laughter. 

Mario scoffed. “Sooo hilarious…” He muttered. “Hold on, I need to laugh.” Mario held up his index finger and waited for something to come. But after a few seconds of nothing, Mario sighed. “Sorry, I can’t. I can’t laugh.” 

Toad’s laughter calmed down slightly. “What? You didn’t find it funny?” He asked. 

Mario sighed and smirked slightly. 

“Ooooh, so you DID find it funny! You just wanted to hide your laughter!” Toad argued as well. 

Mario placed his hands on his hips, eager to make him pay for the surprise attack. “Think you’re so smart, huh?” Mario asked as he started to walk up to Toad. 

Toad was still giggling, not yet fully comprehending the evil look on Mario’s face. This remained the same till about 20 seconds later, when Mario’s shadow covered up Toad’s. “HAHAhahaha! Hahaha- haha- Uhhh...” Toad widened his eyes and stared at Mario’s evil little look. “M…Mario?” 

It was only about 3 seconds later that a scream filled the mushroom-filled field. Surprisingly, the screams quickly fell into a fit of laughter, shocking anyone that may have been hanging out right around that area. The laughter overtook the place, filling the field with endless noise as a giggly toad could soon be seen wiggling around in Mario’s arms. 

“WAHAHAIT! MAHAHARIOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!” Toad screeched and laughed. 

“Stop? Stop what?” Mario asked him in a familiar, playful response. 

“YOHOHOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLIHING MEHEHEHEHEEEE!” Toad shrieked and laughed. 

Mario’s smirk only widened. “Tickling you?! Now why on earth would I be doing that?!” He asked, poking in his underarms. 

Toad squealed and clamped his arms shut. “eeEEEHEHEHEE!” He squeezed his eyes shut as his laughter grew more high-pitched and squeaky. 

“For a brave toad, you’re a lot more ticklish than I was expecting.” Mario told him. 

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” Toad wiggled his feet and covered his eyes almost helplessly. 

“Poor Toady…” Mario stopped tickling him momentarily and walked around him. “I wonder what the Super Mario Brother shall do next…” He walked around his head, shading his head with his shadow. “What to do, what to do…” 

Toad squeaked and wiggled his feet slightly. Though it was hard to see Toad’s face from this angle, Mario could immediately tell the little guy was nervous. 

“Where to tickle…where to tickle…” Mario kept whispering somewhat loudly. “Hmmm…” He poked Toad’s mushroom top, earning him a jump in the process. “Nah.” Mario muttered. He walked to the right side, and brought his fingers closer. “How about…” When Toad whimpered a little bit, Mario brought his fingers away again. “Nah, that’s too easy.” Mario said. 

The plumber’s goal was to scare him a little bit before wrecking him. If he could keep up the anticipation long enough, the reward just might be worth it. 

Mario made his way around his lower right side. “Oh? What’s this?” Mario asked. Seeing an open opportunity, Mario lowered his fingers towards it…only to move away really quickly. “Naaah, not yet.” 

Toad let out an annoyed whimper. “Mahahario, come oooon!” He whined. 

Mario smirked. “What do you mean?!” He reacted. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you really wanna be tickled that badly?” Mario asked. 

Toad squealed and rolled onto his stomach. “Nohohohohooo!” Toad whined. 

“But you seem so desperate!” Mario argued mischievously. “I might as well tickle you.” Mario knelt down beside him. “I mean, what else is there to do, right?”  “WAHAIT MARIO!” Toad pleaded, trying to push Mario away.

“Whaaaat?” Mario pulled Toad closer and wiggled his fingers at him. “What’s the matter, Toady?” Mario asked, moving his fingers ever so slightly closer. “Is someone scaaaaaared?” He teased. 

“Cohohohome ohohon, Mahario! Thihis is sohoho- EEEHEEEHEHEEK!” Toad threw his head back and cackled as his belly and ribs were fluttered and squeezed. Despite being smaller, Mario’s fingers were much more broad and muscular. Though this usually helped him when plumbing and climbing, this also immensely helped with tickling people. The amount of times he’s tickled his brother like this was astronomical. It could be in the triple digits by now! Let’s just say that being the older brother, Mario’s naturally amazing at tickling people. So tickling Toad? Just as easy as breathing. 

“Uh oh! Did I scare you again?” He poked his lowest rib. “My bad~” He teased, clearly not feeling bad. 

“LIHIHIHIARRR!” Toad shouted at him. . 

“Liar?!” Mario gasped, pausing his attack for only a second or two. “...Okay, well…maybe I am.” He admitted before going right back to tickling him. 

Toad squealed and rolled onto his belly to try and hide his ribs. And though this did provide him some relief, it didn’t save him forever. Mario’s fingers were just wormy enough to wiggle themselves past his arms and against his ribs all over again. Toad knew Mario was strong, but this was getting a little ridiculous. How strong can a short man be?! 

“Plehehehease stahahahap! Mahahario plehehehease!” Toad pleaded. 

Mario widened his eyes in slight fear and quickly stopped his fingers. Uh oh… “Are you okay?” Mario asked. Did he go too far? Are Mario’s fingers hurting him instead of tickling him? 

Toad took a few moments to breathe and dust himself off. His blue vest was covered in grass stains from all the wiggling he’d been doing. “Ihi’m…” Toad sighed. “I’m okay.” He replied.

“You sure?” Mario offered his hand. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” He asked. 

“No…No, you didn’t kill me.” Toad took his hand and used it to get up onto his little feet. “Besides…I deserved at least some of that.” He told him. 

Mario smiled awkwardly. “Mmm…Maybe a little…” Mario chuckled. “You did kinda scare me right as I was gonna run down the hill.” Mario reminded him. 

“Oho yeah! Hahaha!” Toad reacted. “How’s your head?” He asked with a giggle. “Still screwed on, I-” Mario paused his words when he noticed something missing from his head. “Huh?” Mario looked around. “Uh oh…” He looked further down the grass, confused. “Where is it?” 

“Looking for this?” Toad asked him, holding the bright red thing in his hand in front of him. 

Mario looked over to Toad and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank goodness…” He took the hat from Toad and put it onto his head. “Can never go anywhere without this thing.” He admitted. 

“Really?” He reacted. “Cause last I checked, it took a little bit for you to realize it was gone.” Toad added, poking his arm. 

“Hey!” Mario gently slapped his hand away. “That’s cause I was distracted.” Mario mentioned. 

“I could tell…” Toad reacted. 

“What can I say? You’re pretty fun to tickle.” Mario told him. 

Toad bursted out laughing. “Whahat?! Well, you’re pretty fun to steal from.” Toad told him, holding a bright red hat in his hand once again. Mario widened his eyes and felt his head. “What?” Mario groaned as he felt his brown hair. Sure enough, the hat was already missing from his head. “Stop that!” Mario took the hat back with a grunt and plopped it onto his head. 

“Nah, it’s too fun!”  Toad told him, jumping up past him. 

“WAH-” Mario felt his head tip forward. “What- HEY!” Mario held his head, before growling and taking off running again. “STOP TAKING MY HAT!” Mario shouted after him. 

“COME AND GET IT!” Toad yelled back. 

And so, a little chase began between the Toadstool and the plumber. 

[itsavee4117]

Touching prompt #29 (the tickling one) with Mario and Luigi

Referring to the ask post here 😉 Ohohohohoho! I LOVE these! 😁

I present to you: Wakey, Wakey

CW: The following content may contain scenes of adorable brotherly love that may send some readers into full-blown cardiac arrest. Viewer discretion is advised.

Mario grumbled as the sunlight from the morning's glowing glimmers blazed clear through the red mushroom-printed curtains shielding the window. Not feeling like getting up, he growled and rolled into his plushy pillow, bundling further into his cushy red blankets like a human burrito. Mario was so warm and knew the wooden floors would chill him to the bone once his feet touched the floor. Besides, he didn't have anywhere in particular to be that day. The red plumber could cram in a few more minutes of comfy, cozy heaven before he had to get up...

He snuggled deeper into his bed, sighing contentedly at the warmth enveloping his cute, plump body. He reasoned he could fall back asleep at this rate. He was way too comfortable to be bothered.

"M-M-Mornin' b-bro..." sighed his younger brother, Luigi, from the other side of the shared bedroom, the drowsiness obvious.

Mario grumbled sleepily into his pillow as he burrowed further. On any other given day, he would have gladly bid his favorite brother a good morning... but that was when he was usually already awake and ready.

Today, he decided to ignore Luigi and attempt to fall back asleep. Mean, but he'd understand! After all, the green plumber had his fair share of sleepy endeavors, and Mario let him have those. Surely, the younger brother understood to do the same.

"M-Mario?" Luigi asked, accompanied by the sound of mattress springs groaning as he seemingly got up to examine the older brother.

Was he serious?

Didn't he know he was still sleeping?

By now, Mario couldn't stop himself from grinning, hearing the sweetness in his tone. Just like his brother, always looking out for his older brother. Mario couldn't help letting out a huff as he held back a cheerful laugh. 

That was his first mistake.

"Hm... is b-b-big bro asleep...?" Luigi asked in joking suspicion. "Am I g-g-gonna have to wake h-him up? Y-You should g-g-get-a more sleep, M-Mario!"

Mario had to bite his lip to keep quiet as the floorboards creaked under Luigi's weight as he neared closer and closer, amusing himself with the image of Luigi's 'suspicious' face, foot tap, and everything. He knew exactly what his little brother had in mind saying that, and he didn't dare move an inch, even letting out a fake snore to make it seem more believable. This... didn't seem to work, judging by Luigi's stifled laughter. It was getting hard to breathe within the pillow, but he kept on, smirking and doing his best to keep from shaking with giggles.

"M-Maaaaaario," Luigi whispered in a sing-song voice next to his ear. "Mar Mar... time t-t-ta get up, b-big bro...!"

That stupid baby name!

Mario let out a poorly groan-disguised chuckle as he rolled onto his side away from Luigi. It was a risky game he was playing now, as evidenced by Luigi's giggles. He was in the line of fire and needed a getaway plan. Fast.

"Wh-what do ya do with-a s-s-sleepy b-bro-ther?" Luigi sang his sea shanty tune menacingly as he prowled around Mario's bed, seemingly looking for the chance to attack. "What do ya do with-a s-s-sleepy b-b-bro-ther?"

Mario smirked wider as he felt Luigi's weight bear into the mattress, signaling he was drawing closer. He couldn't move just yet, though.

Wait...

Wait...

He heard Luigi trying (badly) to stifle his giggles as he positioned himself beside Mario's legs over the covers. He could almost feel his little brother breathing over his neck as his fingers slowly peeled back the blanket burrito. It became harder to hide his amusement as Luigi sang the final verse he was waiting for, "Wh-wh-what do ya do with-a s-s-sleepy b-bro-ther..."

Now.

"Early in the morning!" Mario roared.

Luigi emitted a high-pitched squeak and jumped back in surprise as Mario flopped onto his back, darting a menacing smile towards Luigi. He was pleasantly satisfied seeing the clear "I'm screwed" look written all over his face.

"Uh oh..." Luigi muttered, smiling nervously.

"Uh oh, indeed, baby bro!"

And that was all it took before Mario pounced on top of his brother, pinning him to the mattress by the wrists. 

"WAH!" Luigi yelped and giggled as he fruitlessly struggled against Mario's iron grip. When he realized his efforts were all for naught, he tried reasoning with the domineering older brother. "Mahahahahahariohohoho! C-C-C'mon! I wahahas only j-j-j-johohohohohoking!!!"

"Only joking, eh?" Mario asked, quickly pinning both wrists above his head with one hand. "Don't you know not ta disturb your big bro while he's-a sleeping? Baaaaad things happen ta little brothers who do that, y'nno."

"MAHAHAHAHARIO!" Luigi squealed with laughter, catching onto what Mario was doing. "I'MMA SOHOHOHOHORRY! I'MMA S-S-SORRY!"

Mario found this amusing. He hadn't even started, and Luigi was already laughing up a storm!

"Mm... I wonder where I could start..." he jokingly pondered as he moved his free hand over Luigi's ribs. "Hmm... maybe heeeeere?"

"Noohoooooo!" Luigi giggled.

"You're right... how about... here...!" Mario's hand hovered over his exposed armpits.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHO!" Luigi squealed, his face blushing like crazy. "Leheheheheheave me alohohohohone!"

"Playin' hardball, eh? Well... if-a you insist, I... ohohoho! I know where!"

His evil smile broadened as his hand located the hem of Luigi's pajama shirt. Slowly and carefully, he brought it up to his chest, exposing his bare belly all for his to torture. Once Luigi saw Mario's face and felt the cool breeze against his stomach, he gasped, "M-Mario! No!"

"Mario... yes!" 

"C-C'mon... I'mma your b-b-baby bwo! Um... y-y-ya know... uh... 'Mar Mar?'"

Mario chuckled, "That's cute, 'baby bwo...' but that's not gonna work on-a me this morning!"

And with that, Mario drew a deep breath, despite Luigi's desperate objections and giggles, before unloading a huge raspberry onto the younger plumber. 

"MAMA! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Luigi screamed as he kicked his legs wildly under Mario, continuing to struggle against his grasp. "MAHAHAHAHARIO! THAT'S-A NOT FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!!"

"Who said anything about fair?" Mario asked amusedly before unloading yet another raspberry.

This time, Luigi threw his head back and let out the loudest laughter, only stopping in the middle by his infamous squeaky noise. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his fluffy brown hair was a mess, and his face was almost as red as Mario's shirt. It was getting harder to keep a hold of him from how much he wriggled, but Mario was determined.

"Wow! Squeaky already, eh?" Mario asked, chuckling himself. "Thahahat didna take long!"

"Jeheheherk!" Luigi tittered.

Immediately, the green plumber knew his mistake as Mario shook a finger at him and said, "Seems ya still have more ta learn, huh?"

Frantically, Luigi tried apologizing, but it was too late. Before he could say more, Mario's fingers began skittering all over his abdomen, which cut off any protests or apologies with squealish laughter.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOT THERE! NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!" Luigi begged, now starting to wheeze.

For a moment, Mario stopped, allowing Luigi to catch his breath for a bit. Once he was (somewhat) freed, Luigi began gasping, coughing, and sputtering as he regained control. Mario then asked, "You okay, Lil bro?"

"Mmm... mm... mhm..."

"You sure?"

"Ah hah..."

"Good... because I got MORE!"

It was then that Mario went for the jugular: the belly button.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Luigi squealed as Mario's fingertips brushed softly around his navel. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha!!! Nooooooooo"

"Aww... whassamatter, bro?" Mario teased.

"Y-Y-Yohohohohou're-a JEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!!"

"Do you give?"

"Wh-wh-WHAHAHAT?!"

"Do. You Give?"

"YES!!! YEHEHEHEHES!!!"

"Pinky promise?"

"MAHAHAHARIO!"

"Shan't do a thing if I don't-a get a straight answer, bro!" Mario smirked before planting yet another raspberry.

"WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OKAY! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!! P-P-PINKY PROMISE! PINKY PROMISE!"

"As you wish!"

And just as quickly as he started, Mario withdrew both hands and sat back up, beaming lovingly at Luigi as he wheezed, the occasional giggles escaping his system. Mario would never say it out loud, but his brother's laughter and smile were infectious... part of the reason he loved doing this!

"Ha... ha... hoo..." Luigi huffed, holding his hands over his heart. "Y-You got me, b-b-bro..."

"It's-a my job, Lil bro," Mario chuckled, brushing away a few tearstreaks. "you okay? For reals?"

"Mhm... j-j-just... lemme... lemme b-b-breathe..."

"Okie-dokie... you wanna grab breakfast after this?"

"C-Can I get dressed f-f-first?"