‎it's dislike at first sight. ‎ ‎he already knows we wouldn't get along right at the moment he laid eyes on you, the package he was supposed to help to cross the border, or more like deliver, to escape an execution. it's basically a huge stretch from plumbing and karting—but mario wants to help, especially when the one who wants your head on the spike is bowser. so, he prioritized with minimum price though he could do it for free. ‎ ‎but a problem ignited. the farther they go to reach the border, the more he defends you, the more he fights with gloves or not, the more he argues with you at times, the more he gets irritated of your personality and the difference between what we see as right or wrong, and the more he cares — he starts to like you, and it's bad cause that sounds so wrong. ‎ ‎peach were the only person in the world who he wanted to be seen by. there's no one else he truly ever cared 'bout seeing. but then he glanced at you and suddenly he wasn't so sure. he couldn't be unsure. you're a wanted person for mushroom's sake—but if mario were to be honest, it's kinda his fault cause for shouldering your problem. ‎ ‎but does he regret it? he wasn't so sure. but the way his stomach was twisting so strangely as he guards your zzing figure lying on a burlap cloak, flames flickering over your face makes him wonder, how long would it take 'til you stop being the last person he thought about before he fell asleep.