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“They’re late!” Mario said, checking his watch for the third time.
“It’s ok, I’m sure they’re on their way,” Peach said, conciliatory.
Some days had passed since the invasion and everything was peaceful again. The negotiations for the peace treaty were going perfectly, the life on both kingdoms was back on track and Peach’s Castle’s door was already repaired.
Mario and Luigi filled Peach on the situation, including the whole “by the way, my brother is banging my former enemy” thing. She was puzzled, but she had come to accept it better than Mario did.
“Hey!” Bowser’s voice made them raise their heads.
“Sorry we’re late,” Luigi apologized.
“Don’t have to be sorry, cool people are always late!” Bowser said with a laugh. Mario frowned.
“It’s actually disrespectful,” he said.
“So, what do you want to do?” Peach tried to cheer up the meeting.
“Leave,” Mario said.
“We agree on something,” Bowser said.
Peach and Luigi looked at each other. They knew planning a double date was risky, but that was a rough start. Peach articulated “they’re so immature!” without speaking, and Luigi laughed.
“I don’t like you here,” Mario said.
“What, I make you nervous?” Bowser replied. “Is it cause we almost made out that day?” he mocked.
“That’s-a-it, I’m going to punch your face!” Mario exclaimed.
“Tennis!” Peach suddenly yelled, clasping her hands. “What about playing some tennis to let out some tension?”
“That’s-a-great idea, princess!” Luigi said.
Mario and Bowser huffed, begrudgingly agreeing.
They walked to Peach’s tennis court, the mood in the group still tense and kinda murder-y. They paired with their partner and the match started.
Peach served, the ball getting near Luigi, who run and hit it back to Mario’s side of the court. Mario glared at Bowser and hit the ball with all his spite, aiming at the turtle dragon. Bowser wasn’t taken aback. He hit the ball again towards Mario with all his rage.
They heated more and more instead of wearing themselves out. Anytime the ball went towards Luigi, Bowser would step in front of him and hit it instead. And anytime the ball went towards Peach, Mario did the same.
Finally, tired of the situation, Peach and Luigi looked at each other and just left.
* * *
“Hi!” Mario said, approaching Peach and Luigi, followed by Bowser. The princess and the green plumber were sitting at a table, some empty plates and glasses between them. “Why did you leave?”
“Did you just notice now?” Luigi asked. Peach was also open-mouthed.
“Yeah, why?” Bowser asked.
“Um, we left two hours ago,” Peach said.
“You did!?” Mario and Bowser asked.
“Yeah, we had some great pastries and some gelato,” Luigi said. “We were going to save some of it for you, but the ice cream was melting and the pastries were becoming hard.”
“That’s ok,” Mario said. “It’s almost dinner time anyway.”
“Yes, we better head to the castle to have some dinner,” Peach said. She looked at Bowser. “Would you join—?”
“No!” Mario and Bowser both shouted.
“Yeah, I think this is-a-enough for a day,” Luigi said. “Let’s-a-go, I’ll escort you.”
He got up and wrapped his hands around Bowser’s arm, blushing slightly. He said goodbye to his brother and the princess and they started walking away.
“Would you stay for dinner?” Bowser asked.
“I’d love to,” Luigi answered.
“And then you’ll be my dessert,” Bowser said, with a naughty smile. “I’m going to—”
“They can still hear us!” Luigi yelled, his face resembling a tomato now.
“I don’t care,” Bowser said, and Luigi started walking faster.
Mario and Peach stood there, watching them get out of sight. Peach actually thought they were kind of cute, but she didn’t say it, in support to her boyfriend.
“I can’t deal with this!” Mario let out. “I don’t now if I’ll ever be able to!”
“Of course you will, but it might take a while, and that’s fine” Peach said, understanding. “Now, come on, let’s eat a good dinner and you’ll feel better.”
“I need a good plate of spaghetti!” Mario grumbled.
“I already told the cooks to make that,” Peach said with a smile.
“You did?” Mario’s eyes lit up. “You’re the best!”
The end.