[Luigi's POV]
I lay there blankly, feet against the board of my bed, hands gripping the duvet and my head tilted, facing the roof- Bored yet amused. I kept kicking the bed in hopes that Mario would come talk to me, but no. He's been acting very strange around me lately. It's quite hard to explain what I mean by this. He's been acting oddly nice, too nice. But at the same time, he's avoiding me. "Hey." Mario says, walking into the room rudely. "When do you not knock?" I look at him, rather angry despite the fact I wanted him to come see me. He goes into my wardrobe, rummaging through it and throwing all the neatly folded clothing on my floor. "What are you doing?!" I walk over to him, tugging on his shoulder. He looks at me with a meaningless expression. "I've no clothes for the party." I stare at him, rather confused and annoyed. It's no surprise that he only just tells me this. It's always last minute. "Party? Who's party?! And, why are you looking through MY clothes?" Mario shoves them all back into one drawer, slamming it shut, not giving a single care. "Peach's party." He states, with a grin on his face. The funny face, I'm not so sure of. Is he lying? "Hmph... What's with that then?" I point to the drawer that looks like a hole now. "Oh... You know. I've gained a tiny bit of weight." I shake my head and walk over to the bed. "So, you stretch my clothes out instead? Considerate." I silently growl at the elder brother, glaring at him. "Well, your taste in fashion is shocking anyway. I'll just wear a suit." Mario plays with his hair gazing into the mirror. "A suit?" I chuckle at him, rolling my eyes. "Well, Yoshi suggested we should all come as Villains, Peach suggested a more cute theme whilst Pauline said a formal style." I look at Mario, eyes widening. "First of all, they all sound like terrible ideas. What is this, the Easter bunny's funeral? Secondly, why are you still talking to Pauline?!" Mario pauses for a moment, looking back at me rather deadly. "Does it fucking matter who I talk with?"
"Whoa. Where'd that come from?!"
"You're always getting up people's business, Luigi."
"I ASKED A QUESTION, WHY HAS IT TURNED ON ME ALL OF A SUDDEN?" I scratch my head, frustrated. However, Mario chooses to ignore me and changes topic. "The party starts in half an hour. Get ready."
"And what if I don't want to go?" I add, trying my best to not let Mario get to me. "Then I'm sure Peach will be delighted to know why you didn't show up to this year's specially planned out Christmas party."
"Christmas P-party?!"
"Yep." He grins yet again, this time more smug.
"Fine. Why formal? Why not something more festive and jolly?"
"Pauline." Mario states.
"Pauline what?" ... Mario leaves the room, totally avoiding me, once again. I sigh, following his orders. I decide to dress in a navy blue blazer, matching trousers and a white, slim button shirt. After me and Mario were fully ready, we set off.
