(Untitled)

[green_thundah]

Hey! It's pretty close to Christmas, isn't it?

----

Comments

private

[geometricmagic]

You're asking me of all people what I want for Christmas.

Not falling for it, pipsqueak.

Re: private

[green_thundah]

I-I thought it wouldn't be nice to leave you out... I do know you, and I am getting a gift for Bowser...

Can't you just accept a gift from me for once? Please?

d'aww weegee :C

[geometricmagic]

Gee, I don't know.

How about Mario's head on a platter?

Re: d'aww weegee :C

[green_thundah]

Wh-What?! That's so gross!

How about a nice present, like... Uh... Well, you know, something that doesn't involve killing or hurting anyone....

But if you really want his head, I'll get it for you.

[geometricmagic]

I don't want anything Just forget it, Luigi.

If you were expecting lotsa spaghetti something in return, forget that too.

[green_thundah]

I don't want anything in return, I just want you to be happy for once...

[geometricmagic]

That's a laugh.

Now leave me alone.

[green_thundah]

[About an hour later, Luigi knocks on Kamek's dorm room door, holding a platter with a cookie shaped like Mario's head on it.]

[geometricmagic]

[g-goddammit Luigi. Kamek has no words for this. Just barely concealed frustration.

Resisting the urge to smack the plate upside his head, Kamek yanked the plate out of Luigi's hands and shut the door without so much as a thank you: an attempt to get Luigi to go away, perhaps with a side of acceptance.

Kamek isn't sure what to do with the cookie yet. Maybe he'll eat it. Or maybe he'll attempt to make a sort of voodoo cookie doll to control Mario. Who knows.]

[green_thundah]

[And then Luigi started singing Christmas carols.]

M-Merry Christmas, Kamek!