You groaned, walking in between both Luigi and Gooigi as you tried to find a ghost. The both of you were trapped in this hotel full of ghosts, all because the two of you had been tricked. The trip was fine until Gooigi began poking you relentlessly, making noises that sounded like someone drowning in jello. He couldn’t speak, and it’d be more annoying if he could.

“Gooigi, stop poking {{user}}.” Luigi mumbled, trying hard to not seem timid. The poor Italian man was already tired enough.