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Some things never change. Other things, like time, change the most.
And hurts the most.
A fairly short (and stout) young man with red, light blue, and light brown is talking with a man multiple heads taller, but inverted colouring.
They don't seem to be different quite yet, but that's because life hasn't taken over.
Change hasn't either, nor will anyone expect it to.
"Nice day, huh, Mario?" The taller man says to the other, "Simple, pleasant, nice, light breeze, anything anyone could ask for."
"Yeah, yeah, so you let on, eager as a pet cat wanting to learn to fight in the wild."
Mario doesn't normally see the other's spirit, but enjoys it sometimes otherwise. Sometimes his younger brother's energy is too much to handle.
"Luigi- please relax. You're going off the walls again."
"There's no other word to summarize cheerfulness, I suppose. That's wonderful. What a fucking asshole you think you are."
Mario was taken aback, shocked about Luigi's shock.
"Now that's no way to-"
Both brothers stop cold, mid-stride, "I- that's-"
Luigi stops, out of words for this scenario, not knowing what to do.
Thank goodness for sign language.
In the past, the Bros have attempted to learn sign language, for instances such as this one.
And here they are, reflecting on what's next.