Emo Mario- Part 14 Blank
Things were-a slipping out of my grasp faster than I could manage. She briskly departed the table and headed for the doors to the restaurant. I stood with my mouth-a gaping like an idiot's, darting eyes between Flavio and Luigi, and her long golden-a hair, swishing at her waist as Toadsworth escorted her in confusion. I hadn't the heart to follow her; to chase her like-a she was a hunted animal. I just kept waiting for her to turn around and tell me she was-a kidding. To run in slow motion and wrap her arms around-a my shoulders. To tell me she had been wrong all along, and came to dinner because she loved-a me so much! It did not happen.
The doors closed. Flavio eased his posture and drummed his fingers over the table. "What a bitch." He uttered. My brow grew furiously, and before I knew it, I was-a holding him by the throat, lifting his fat, disgusting body up from the chair with-a super-human strength.
"Brother, stop!" Luigi shouted. His calls seemed to be miles and miles away, echoing in my subconscious, but so pathetic, they had no effect on my slowly curling-a fingers. I felt my arms being restrained, and somehow succumbed, and looked around-a me. At first I realized I was in the company of several waiters, then I looked down to Flavio. His face was wide-eyed, like a baby's, with stubby hands-a clutching to his neck. With labor, he let out-a many raspy breaths, then stood up from the table and ripped the fabric-a napkin out of his collar.
"Brother!"
"Youuu-" Flavio began. "You'll never get near my ship, you-,you-! Flavio does not need this!" He jerked his head indignantly and-a shook his purple curls, then marched away from the table as well. Luigi and I stood emotionlessly by the table, the waiters still-a crowding about us. I didn't know what had come over me. One minute we were at dinner, and the next, there was-a nothing.
"I'm sorry sir, but you're going to have to leave." Some unknown voice spoke. I felt arms guiding me towards the doors, and before I knew it, I was outside with Luigi, alone. He didn't speak to me for a while, as we turned our faces up-a to the moon. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh.
"Mario. What happened?"
"I…I don't know."
"But…But-a Peach-e."
"-I don't know!" He gulped in defeat and lowered his head.
"Come now. We'll go home."
We got in the car and returned. Luigi turned on the radio to ease-a the thick tension. I watched the same shrubbery I had-a seen on the way there, with Peach, and-a went to bed with open eyes in the darkness.