#he's so offended the mii didnt take is Very Real offer

[wariodemambo]

Well, shoot. He REEEAAALLLY wasn't known for his luck if the other didn't even seem a tad interested in his Very Real and Very Enticing Offer. :tm:

❝ What do you mean by 'the real Peppino.' ❞ Wario replied even LOUDER, almost in protest of the other's hushed tone. Is everyone in this pizzeria crazy to some extent. Would he slowly join the others with each minute that ticked by? Was he doomed to go insane before he could ever be reunited with his darling motorcycle?

❝ I don't know !? Like, maybe around my height?? ❞ His flat hand wavered from his shoulders to his nose. Somehow, his frown digs deeper as he noticed the other's odd behavior. Yeah, that sold it. This place was a freakshow and he didn't respect any of these people.

❝ Why. Why are you doing that. ❞ He pointed. ❝ Speak up, kid. I can't hear you on account of the rat.❞

Something didn't add up here. Several somethings. Omino just blinked at the repeated nose poking (ow) and the blatant bribes, and responded with a simple:

"Why would Peppino want your bike?"

Sorry Wario, but the offer of 90th roster slot would've been the magic words to get just about any Century Smash Mii on-board with practically anything, regardless of how little sense the situation made, but this was Omino's place.

Well, not here. The other side of that counter, the space that'd apparently become Wario's within the span of one single day. That would be the one. The pizza guy who gets to use the cash register.

(Were they really up to 89 fighters? Had Omino been out of the tournament for that long? — Never mind all of that, you're getting sidetracked. Focus, Omino.)

"I mean, it's — it's a cool bike," he said, realizing his first statement might've been a little too blunt, "but Peppino isn't the kind of person to steal someone's bike keys, or scare them into making pizzas, or — "

Hold on. Maybe this situation did make sense.

"Wait. Are you sure that was the real Peppino?"

His voice had dropped back down to a whisper, cautiously glancing left and right as he spoke. Never know when those weird clones in the vents were listening...

"How tall was he?"