Champagne

96,000

"So, Mr. L," Oliver starts. "How much money you got saved?"

"Huh?" Mr. L asks while closing up the shop.

"For your dream? I mean, I know it's probably not much because you gotta pay for all these supplies, plus rent and living expenses. But how much do ya got?"

Mr. L shrugs and thinks about it for a second. "I... should actually check. Here, come with me, we'll find out," Mr. L says while grabbing a coat.

"Cool. Cool, I'm still getting paid for this, right?" Oliver asks.

"Sure. Whatever. Just hurry up."

The two of them start walking towards the nearest bank. It was about to close so they had to rush inside.

"Wait," Oliver asks. "How much money do you even need to go and live your dream?"

"Well, it's not just about money. It's about the people too. But... I'd need probably about 50,000 to help me get started wherever I go if I were to go. I'd need to probably keep traveling so Mario doesn't find me, so I'd say that's a good number to start."

"50,000?!?! Bruh, good luck saving that much. I'd be surprised if you had one cent in there-"

"Are you Mr. L?" The banker asks, interrupting the kid. Mr. L nods. "Yes, we'd like to just check-"

"Before you say anything, I need to inform you about some... changes to your account." The banker interrupts.

"Huh?" L asks. "What changes?"

"Well," He starts. "We found you were connected to someone else. Someone by the name of 'Luigi,' does that name ring a bell?"

Mr. L's face immediately goes pale. "Uhh...yes..."

"He called," The banker says, handing the man in green a piece of paper. "He said he went to the Underwhere to find you. Something about wanting to help you out. He felt bad that he got to live on but you didn't. But then when you weren't there he called all over, searching for any sign of you. He wanted to give you this."

Mr. L looked down at the piece of paper, before gasping and dropping it.

"W-what?! What's the meaning of this?!"

The banker shrugs. "He said something about getting married? To some sort of royalty, I don't know, but he got a huge wave of money and wanted to give you a portion. He also wanted you to know that he didn't tell anyone that you were still alive. He knew you were probably purposely avoiding everyone. Which, to be fair, is what about half the people on this block are doing."

Oliver furrows his eyebrows before kneeling down and picking up the paper.

"HOLY CRAP! 96,000?!" Oliver exclaims. "Tu plaisantes. Oh mon Grambi!!!"

"Oliver, don't swear." Mr. L replies, before turning back to the banker. ".....HOLY CRAP, 96,000?!?! How did Luigi get this much?!"

"Bro, you could do so much with that kind of money!" Oliver excitedly shouts. "Think about it! You could get on a plane and go! For reals! You could get out of here! Stand on the sky!"

"96,000...." Mr. L whispers, taking the paper back from Oliver. "Dang...."

"96,000," Oliver repeats with a big smile. "C'est fou"

"I can go..." Mr. L whispers with a smile forming. 

"You can get out of here! See the world! Live your dream!" Oliver adds, excited. 

"I can fly away!" Mr. L beams, before grabbing Oliver's arm and dragging him out. "It won't be long now!!!"

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