Note; I burst out in laughter as I write for steamy hot innuendoes! It must be my room. It's hot. It's making my head more perverse. I want icecream now, too. But I had a cone. I did run and work out to- MORE ICECREAM. -Runs off.- Enjoy, my friends!

Meat. It was what every man needed... in Luigi's opinion. Pavi had pansy food, as always. The thirty five year old ate his hot dog while the other gingerly munched on a salad. Then, came the banana.

"Ohm nom nom."

"...What?"

"The Pavi has a banana." Way to state the obvious.

"..." Luigi shook his head while Pavi unpeeled it.

He opened his mouth, lips parted. He blinked one. The tip not too far away from his face.

"Stop staring, brother. I'm-a trying to-a eat!" Luigi reddened.

"You like-a that?" Pavi grinned wildly, one hand holding the banana. He clamped his mouth on the fruit, licking and sucking it repeatedly.

"I have to go to the bathroom!"

"Ohm nom nom,"Pavi responded, watching Luigi run off. He giggled in delight, finishing the pale fruit in a few chomps. He strode to a booth, tossing out his garbage. Blue eyes gazed up at the menu, finally ordering a vanilla ice cream. Frosty goodness..

The older brother came back with his sleeves rolled up. Before lunch, he had lost his blazer due to an incident with a giraffe.

"You're eating more? You're like a bottomless pit." In more ways than one.

Pavi gave a pleasant smile as a response. Of course had had to eat the food that was the most sexually implied. This was Pavi we were speaking of, after all.

"Does-a brother want a taste-a?"

"No, I fucking don't."

The ice cream edged closer to Luigi's face.

"Sí...?"

"Get it out of my fucking face!"

The cone danced in front of him now. Pure mockery.

A sigh of defeat. "If I lick it will you stop?"

"Sí."

Luigi momentarily narrowed his own blue eyes in concentration. He stuck out his tongue.

"Now you're fucking staring."

Pavi looked away as Luigi took a lick. The playboy grinned at his brother, finishing the ice cream on his own. Lick. Lick. Lick. Slurp. Crunch. Munch. Devoured.

"It's-a good!"

"Just shut your god damned mouth about that."

Another delighted smile.

"Fratello-"

"Yeah?"

"Can we-a go to-a the gift shop?"

"Fine."

//This chapter was short. Sorry. But it was lunch. The others will be longer, I promise. -Munch munch crunch.- Anyone notice that Luigi ate innuendo food, too? Hot dogs. Haha.