Pavi was staring at him again and it was creeping him out. "What are you doing, fuck face?" Luigi Largo asked Pavi, putting some twiglets in his mouth. Pavi answered with the very creative, "Staring at-a your twiglet-a, fratello."
At this, Luigi shook his head and continued to place his twiglets in his mouth, chewing upon them viciously as Pavi was starting to stare again, although it seemed with more intensity than before.
"I-a wonder how one-a of those-a tastes. If it-a has a pleasantly sweet-a undertone or if it's-a very salty," Pavi said, tilting his head ever so slightly to the left as he watched Luigi's jaw furiously work up and down.
"Well, fuck face, come over here and I'll give you one to try. That way you can determine your answer and so you can STOP STARING AT ME YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT!" Luigi, ground out, before releasing his anger in loud shouting.
Pavi obediently did as his brother told him, and moved towards Luigi before heavily dropping himself onto Luigi's lap. Luigi grunted with the amount of weight being placed onto his unsuspecting legs before glaring at his baby brother. "Dipshit, if you're gonna do that, warn me next time."
Pavi smiled behind his fake face before diligently opening his mouth, awaiting the arrival of a twiglet in there. Luigi sighed before rolling his eyes and taking out a very long twiglet. He looked at it, shrugged and then forcefully shoved it into Pavi's mouth. Now, while Pavi was awaiting his twiglet, he had closed his eyes. Open this twiglet entering his mouth, he gagged but Luigi just held it in there.
Pavi was forced to chew and swallow. He grimaced all the way through and when he was finished he said, "Ew! How-a can you-a stand that-a? It tastes-a disgusting-a!"
Even as Pavi was saying this however, his hand was inching its way back into the bag of twiglets, before moving them to his mouth and munching on them. Luigi stared in shock as he saw those other twiglets pass into his brother's mouth. "What're you doing, fuck face? I thought you just said that you hated them?"
"It's-a just that-a they're addictive-a, even though-a they taste-a terribile"
Luigi suddenly stood up, shoving Pavi off of his lap and onto the floor. Pavi held his bum, which had landed on the floor quite hard, and looked hurt. "If-a you're going to-a do that-a, tell-a me-a first!"
Luigi then gave Pavi an almighty glare before stalking off and muttering about how his twiglets were his twiglets and that from now on, no one would be able to touch them, not even his father.
That's the thing with twiglets. You either love them, or hate them.
AN: Italian translation for the two things Pavi says – fratello which is brother and terribile which is terrible.
