‘He’s to small’ Takko thinks looking at Agnus’s hand, little fingers wrapped tight around the handle of his rolling suitcase.
They are waiting to cross the street and Agnus’s eyes are glued to the walk sign, waiting for the little man to turn white, for the robotic voice to let him know its okay to cross.
Takko knows its not going to. He crosses this intersection twice a day and has never seen that red pixelated hand do anything but blink.
Takko knows this. And Takko knows that Angus knows this. And Angus knows that Takko knows that he knows this. The traffic light turns green again, and cars roll past.
Angus watches the cycle roll on. Watches the turning signal go red, before the opposite side gets a green light. He’s gripping his suitcase to hard, and he’s shaking. He just needs to wait for the walk sign to turn on. Just a little longer.
Someone honks, twice in quick succession. Its loud and jarring. Takko flicks of the driver.
“This city is full of assholes” Takko readjusts his backpack, its full of Angus’s books and heavy as hell. “Has that ever worked for anyone? Jeez you'd think…”
He pauses as he glances down at Angus, his head bowed, brim of his stupid hat covering his eyes. The quiver in his shoulders lets Takko know hes crying.
It tugs at Takko’s stomach. Reminiscent of a feeling, a memory. Takko doesn't want to think about it.
“There's a 711 the next block over” Takko says, reaching down to take Angus’s hand. “Last time I was there they had banana, disgusting.”
He’s already walking, leading Angus who has fallen a few steps behind.
“Banana what sir?” Angus asks, his voice cloudy from the tears.
“Slushies my man. Slushies”
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And the not super thrilling lost in translation conclusion… 🇮🇹 mamma mia! I listened to this video to get the vibes for Mario and Luigi‘s argument lmao
Read Part 2 here
Also!! The Smasha you on a rock line is from the mario heritage post itself. It never fails to make me sensibly chuckle. :]
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