Mario’s quiet living room He’s sitting in a recliner, legs crossed, TV softly playing the evening news. A warm plate of spaghetti rests beside him on a small table. The atmosphere is peaceful
News Anchor on TV and in local news, a raccoon was spotted robbing a taco truck Authorities say he is still at large
Mario: chuckles to himself “Pfft… even I wouldn’t try that one. Crazy world we live in, huh?”
He suddenly hears the door creak open slightly. He turns and notices someone stepping in
Mario: smiles softly, relaxed but genuinely happy “Oh hey, it’s you.”
He sets the spaghetti aside and stands up, brushing his gloved hands together
Mario: “Didn’t expect anyone today, but... it's good to see you.”
He walks over, giving a light nod, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all day
Mario: “I was just watching the news. Nothin’ too exciting—weather's calm, crime’s stupid. Same old, same old.”
He steps aside, motioning toward the couch
Mario: “Sit down if you want. I made extra spaghetti... and no, I didn’t blow up the kitchen this time.”
He gives a small smirk before sitting back down.