Emo Mario- Part 7 Absurd Quest

Luigi was-a standing before the sink, an apron tied around his waist. He cleansed-a many pots and pans, spatulas, and spoons, and when he saw me with my mussed hair and-a prickled face; he only smiled warmly and ignored the table behind him. For as I approached it, I was met with a pleasant surprise.

Before me was a vast array of-a breakfast items. There were eggs, bacon, and sausage, sizzling in butter-splattered plates, pancakes and-a waffles, boxes of powdered sugar, syrup, rice, grits, all that I could think of. Luigi concluded this fantastic meal by sliding a mug of-a steaming black coffee across the wood table. I stared in astonishment, but stopped suddenly. Why was I back? Had I not gone to rescue the kingdom?! "Luigi." He seated himself-a calmly across the table, before a meager plate of food, but his eyes shot up to my startled face quickly.

"Yes?"

"Don't 'yes' me. Why am I here? I was-a deep in the forest, wrapping up my business at a small town, yet I've woken in my bed."

"You collapsed, Mario. They had your unconscious body sprawled out on a Koopa's couch for-a two days before I found out what had happened. And now, you are here, and you shall eat breakfast!"

"But what has come of the others?"

"The villagers?" I nodded, my arms-a fully extended over the tabletop.

"They're alright." I leaned back in my seat after hearing this news. "Many were killed, but all that you rescued days ago are fine, and-a told me to wish you well." I felt reassured. I stared down to my plate, and then scooped various-a things left and right, thankful for the steaming rich feast before my eyes. I ate without pause, I slurped, and-a chewed, and-a scarfed down the sausage like a starving ox. I was very thankful of my brother.

When my lips finally parted from my fork, I fell back in the chair and held gravely to my rounded-a belly: it nearly bursted out of my jumper. Luigi had picked carefully at scrambled eggs, and drank-a hesitantly to his cranberry juice, but when I had finished, he mirrored me, and we both eased back in our chairs. "Thank you, brother." I said to him.

"It was the least I could do. You had starved. You were-a feeble. This mission will be difficult…maybe more than any you have-a ever took on. Tell me. What do you remember before you blacked out?" I swallowed sourly, and wiped my mouth conservatively with the cloth napkin over my lap.

"I remember very little. I was-a talking with these people, when the whole village was engulfed in-a smoke, and a figure came before me. I punched and-a kicked blindly until I felt a blow to my head and back…and that was the end."

"Mario, it is dangerous!"

"It was nothing. They caught me off guard, is all. I'm returning today."

"Mario, no!" He rose from the table and threw up his arms. I did the same, hearing the squeak of-a the sliding chair over the linoleum.

"You are not my mother! Mother is not even here!"

"I worry for you!" Luigi exclaimed desperately. "Please-eh. Let-a me come with you!-"

"No! This is my responsibility!"

"Why can I never accompany you?! I am strong! I train day and night to fight by your-a side and every time-"

"We've shared this argument over and over again, Luigi! I am through!"

"Rompo il mio asino, lavoro ogni giorno e lo curate come un prigioniero…-"
"Luigi!" He circled around the table in a bout of anger and a string of Italian rage. I held my arms out to stop him at the shoulder, but he swung his hands out to block me and-a paced several times by the door.
"Siete merciless! Un uomo merciless! E morirete da solo se non interrompete questa assurdità!" He trailed on throughout the house and-a slammed the bedroom door.
"Ayayay…" I muttered to myself.