Back at the zoo...
"Lions aren't that bad ass anymore..."
"Sí."
"Let's go see some foxes."
The two took their time walking to them. They mourned the loss of two good pairs of pants. It was a shame. They were costly articles of clothing.
The foxes were caged in. They couldn't get out nor could anyone get in for that matter... Unless Pavi magically found a way in. There was a post with elaborate details about the red fox. Surprisingly, the furry creatures were not in a burrow. They were out and about with their tongues hanging out.
"They're-a pretty. Aren't they-a, brother?" He leaned on the post, watching them.
"Yeah." Luigi wasn't one to necessarily call things 'pretty', but there was something appealing about them.
"Hey Pavi?"
"Sí?"
"You're like a fox. 'Cept foxes aren't fags." A cruel laugh.
Now it was Pavi's turn to arch a brow. In his rather small brain, he took his brother's words as a compliment. It was true. Everybody loved the Pavi. A grin stretched onto his mouth.
"What-a do you-a mean?"
An eye roll. "You're fucking sneaky like one. What do they call it... sly or slick as a fox. They're small and thin. Pretty, too. I guess. Farmers hate 'em and I hate you. They're quick to flee. Sly... you're hiding the reason of why we came here."
The sharp smile never once vanished. His brother did not hate him... at least not all of the time. He was pleased with himself, folding his hands together.
"And do you like-a the foxes?"
"Better than lions who fucking eat your pants."
"Do you-a think of-a Papá as a lion?"
"I can see that. Him being a 'king' and all."
"Do you-a think of-a yourself as a lion?"
"Christ. I don't fucking know. What is this? A therapy session?" Luigi scowled.
"No."
"Thought so."
"Let's-a go to the-a Carousel!" Pavi beamed brightly.
"...Fine. But I'm not riding any of them."
"You-a can ride-a the Pavi, bello." A wink.
A firm slap.
"Ow-a!"
"You'll be the one doing the riding, douche."
"Aw..."
Thus, the two walked off to the musical attraction. Kids whispered to their moms. Mother held horrified looks in return, clinging to their children. They did not want their kids to die any time soon.
"Two-a tickets, Signore."
The man working in the small booth rolled his eyes, taking the money in exchange for tickets. Why was it that the zoo attracted such strange people? He had no clue, nor did he want to know.
"Freaks...," The worker muttered under his breath.
"What did you fucking say?!" Luigi curled his lip in disdain; his knife pulled out.
"Er... nothing, Sir."
"I fucking thought so." Luigi stomped away, but Pavi more so enthusiastically dragged him to the Carousel. Pavi hopped onto the platform, running in circles. He had to find a horse. A good one. A pretty one. A sturdy one...
"Find a fucking pony already!"
"I'm-a trying!"
"Not good enough!''
"Did you-a say pony..?"
"SHUT UP AND FIND A HORSE."
Finally, one was chosen. He put a foot on the step helper, swinging a leg over. Having done this, the black haired Largo sat down with ease. Pavi had chosen a chestnut coloured horse with a blonde mane. Luigi choose a white horse with gray speckles. He had some difficulty getting on.
"I-a though you-a weren't riding."
"Well, I changed my mind." He snapped.
Pavi smiled pleasantly once more.
"Wipe that shitty smirk off your face."
He grinned on the inside. Grinning or smiling was a constant action of his. The Carousel began to start. The melody was all too sweet. A sickly-perky-get-it-out-of-your-head-or-you'll-blow-your-brains-with-a-fucking-shotgun- sweet. It reminded him of his sister, Amber Sweet.
Luigi groaned as if it were giving him physical pain. It was sheer mental pain, though.
Pavi straddled the fake animal, leaning forward.
"The Pavi's-a riding! I'm-a winning!"
Luigi looked over at his brother, his competitive nature began to take root. He, too, leaned forward and straddling the false horse.
"It feels-a good, no?"
"Yeah... It does feel nice... I'll fucking beat you!"
"I-a won!"
How can anyone possibly win? The horses only move up and down while the machine mindlessly spins 'round...and 'round...and 'round. It was amusement for the dimwitted at best. Luigi scowled. That was how a slapping fight had begun. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Punch. Followed by a girly cry. That was the last time the Largos were allowed to go to the Carousel.
"I want to see the mutant deer zebra giraffe...things."
Luigi pointed to the Okapi area on the flamboyant map.
"The-a-"
"They have a funny name."
Pavi squinted, trying his best to pronounce the name. "Okay-a pee?"
"No. It's Okapi."
"Oka-pie?"
"No. OAK-AH-PEE."
"You-a said pee."
"..."
"OAK-a-a...what?"
"It's not that fucking hard to pronounce."
"Oaky."
"..."
"It's-a easier to-a say."
"It's an Okapi. Oh-Ka-Pee!"
"Ohkaypee-a"
"No! Just forget it!" The older brother grumbled, stomping his foot on the ground. He was growing angry at all of the mispronunciations.
After seeing the 'mutant deer zebra things,' it was time to go. They had spent the whole day at the zoo. It was quite memorable to both them and the tourists. The zoo was closing by the time they left. Now, came the ride home.
Note: This chapter was probably the worst in my opinion. There's two more chapters after this, I'm sad to say. D; I'm too exhausted to individually respond to reviews. Thank-you for your comments! ^^; Last time I checked Carousel is the name of a building. So it should begin with a capitol letter. I'm really exhausted. Anyway... Hope you liked this chapter!