″I don't-a like-a pits... not one bit! One wrong-a step and—poof!—Luigi’s-a toast! Why’s it always-a gotta be lava with-a Bowser, huh? Couldn't he-a just use-a carpet?″
Luigi raised an index finger to his lips, signaling that it was crucial to maintain silence now. He carefully cracked the door back open and decided to be the first one to venture out. If anyone had to encounter a ghost, he preferred it to be himself rather than Toad.
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He then looks around, giving a that'll teach them a lesson expression.
He looked at Luigi and nodded to be quiet. He is prepared to fight the fear, and help luigi trying his best to over come it.
Glancing left and right, the sound of his own heartbeat reverberated in his chest. Being back in the hallway brought home the extent of the destruction caused by the ghosts, emphasizing just how fortunate they were to have escaped unharmed.
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Luigi nodded, shifting forward on the bench as he rose to his feet. ″I'd-a introduce myself, but... It-a seems-a you already-a know-a who I-a am..″ He let out a chuckle, although the line didn't carry much humor.
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The notion seemed almost unbelievable: more courageous than Mario? Shifting uncomfortably, his gaze wandered up towards the sky. To him, it sounded like mere flattery; he could never measure up to Mario.
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Thank you.
*he sits on down*
Hey, I think I saw you somewhere. Luigi, right?
I think, at least in my opinion, you are more.. brave than Mario. You constantly have to save Mario from trouble and have to deal with ghosts? Thats brave in my book!
Moreover, Luigi was aware that he never actively sought out ghost hunting adventures. Many times, these perilous situations were thrust upon him, necessitating his involvement to protect... A sudden sigh escaped his lips, and he shook his head.
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Feeling a tad uneasy, he realized he was probably overthinking things. Could this person possibly be an adversary? No... He took a deep breath, conjuring a gentle smile, and picked up his book, scooting to one end of the bench. ″Sure...″
The last thing he had anticipated was someone wanting to share the bench with him, especially at this early hour. He glanced beyond the stranger and noted that there were only a handful of other people around, with the other benches mostly unoccupied.
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″O-Oh, well...″ His voice trailed off, growing progressively quieter, and a faint blush graced his cheeks, visible against his fair complexion. For the first time, he found himself utterly lost for words, uncertain about how to react.
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A fan, a genuine fan? What should his response even be? Boasting wasn't exactly his strong suit, but he didn't want to come across as a disappointment in person. Amid all his concerns about making a good impression, he hadn't even noticed how the silence had lingered.
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Retracting his head, he gently closed the door, trying to focus on one challenge at a time. ″We're going to-a sneak-a down to the-a first-a floor... Then just-a like-a that, we're... We're free! Do you-a think-a you can be-a quiet?″
Whether it was intentional or not, the comment brought a brief moment of humor that caused Luigi to crack a faint smile. However, that fleeting amusement dissipated as the weight of the situation once again pressed down on him.
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"Okay."
He smiled. As he was walking around, answering his question.
"Mario would say lets-a go, jump around, perhaps even have his own power mostly."
He said, thinking of what Mario would do in his head.
Slowly, he pushed open the door, cautiously peering out to survey the aftermath in the hallway. It appeared that Toad had managed to scare off the ghosts; aside from the occasional flickering light, ghostly activity was practically nonexistent.
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