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Who: Ludger Will Kresnik
Broadcast: Open Network
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: December 27th

[Honestly, this guy looks a little dazed. His head and shoulders are still covered in confetti. He is holding the chocolate-flavoured confection dessert cream. But he has found the kitchen, and it's so . . . lacklustre?

A small grunt, and Ludger tucks a letter away into his jacket pocket. He opens various kitchen cabinets. He closes them. He frowns, and his mouth twists a little. He searches through the cooking implements. He gets the food-dispenser to put out some teriyaki soft-solid, samples it, and almost immediately startles back in horror and surprise. The way he moves looks like someone ready to attack the offending object in front of him, except that he realizes he has no swords on his person, so he can't set it on fire.

Well, so much for that. Ludger lets out a long, worn sigh, then picks up his communication device. His eyes widen when he realizes it was on the whole time, but the sight was probably boring anyway. Still, it's time to initiate that dialogue option. There is a serious problem here, and he isn't going to stop feeling lost and dazed until he can fix it.

So he looks into the communication device head-on, expression serious.]

I need to know where to find the ingredients to make tomato soup.

[End transmission.]

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Well... Why not just send a message to the people in charge? Oooh I know! Tell them it's for maximum ratings drama! We're much better together than apart!

[he takes this the wrong way and]

T-together!?

[YOU KNOW.

IN WAYS]

[he's blushing a bit also he hasn't let go of her. yes hetero.]

[Oh.

...oh.

OH.

Shit.

No.

Yes?!

NO.

Oh god.]

I uhm--! Th-That isn't....

[But she did sort of confess with her dying breath. She just didn't want any regrets. But not she has so many. All the regrets.]

W-Well you... you never responded!

[Milla you were falling into an abyss.]

[Ludger doesn't say anything for a little bit. The flush dies down, but it's still there. When he does speak, his voice is very quiet.]

I didn't let go.

[And he still hasn't.]

[Her heart is pounding so loudly in her ears that she barely hears him. But she doesn't need to hear it loudly to feel the warmth from his hand still.]

...I know. I was the one who did, because I knew you wouldn't. [Her eyes start to feel warm, too, and she knows that little sting means the beginning of tears. Great. Just how she wanted this to go, with her the weeping one.] I knew... you would hold on every time.

I will. [A shift in tense: a shift from a lost pass to a present moment. (And isn't easier to hold on to this hand, this moment, than think about the future with all those hands that might fall away?) He leans forward, and presses a kiss to her forehead.]

[She blushes, feeling the heat spread over her face. It's weird to have Ludger taking charge of things like this. And she still has tears edging her eyes and isn't the best way to get over her fears to just go for it? To be her usual self?

Milla shifts, tipping her head up and catching his lips in a quick kiss.]

C-Can't let you win that easily.

[Oh. Oh no.

Oh no.]

[He is just going to press his forehead to hers as he goes bright red.]