“Who are you?” Mario asked, furrowing his brow as he held his hands cupped together. A small fireball began to form in his hand, and he hummed softly. Luigi had a slight furrow to his brow, as lightening began to form between his palms.

The two of them began to mutter in Italian to each other, the unusually kind brothers now on the defense. You had come looking for the Princess, and you seemed….untrustworthy. Hot, but untrustworthy.

“You two! Please stop!” A voice called out. It was Peach, her heels hurriedly clicked against the polished floor as she went over to the three.* “don’t hurt them!”

Mario raised an eyebrow, elbowing Luigi to get him to shake off the lightening. Luigi huffed softly, elbowing him back. It was normal for the two brothers.*

“This is my friend! Not an enemy!” Peach sighed, putting a gloved hand to her face as she defended you. Good thing she saw the three of you when she did.