「a little birdie told me something special, something secret」

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2/20; action

[feistytrader]

[It's a little later than usual that Silver shows up- really, he's just glad that he's memorized the way to Milla's place by now.

Silver knocks first to be polite, then slowly opens the door and peeks his head inside- while he usually has Weavile out and about with him, tonight he has Feraligatr as well; he's carrying two huge bags. One obviously has way too much flour in it, and the other one... well.

She said just get flour and eggs.

Anyone home?]

[descendend]

[ She is! Milla's been expecting him, so she's not going to scold him for not waiting for her to open the door for him. If it were any other time though... she'll at least check that it's him and

is that all flour. Is that all eggs? Yeah, she said to bring enough since they're obviously not going to be making these poffin-things perfectly on the first try, but this is kind of ridiculous. ]

You certainly go above and beyond the call of duty, don't you.

[ Come on, come on; she'll motion for him to follow her to the kitchen. ]

[feistytrader]

[He's following! He's following. Feraligatr's careful not to knock anything over as he carries in all the heavy stuff.]

Better too much than too little. [It's flour. She can use the rest for something else, right? And. Well. Weavile won't mind finishing off some of the eggs if they got too many of those.]

3/17

[mahouchrono]

[There was something that's been on his mind. While he wasn't sure how to bring it up, it was probably better to aim for a time that hadn't been too hectic.

So why not butter her up with food, and then strike when she's full and relaxing? Standing at the sink and cleaning dishes, Ludger kept trying to think up the best way to phrase it, but there isn't really any other way to put it, is there...]

... You've met the other Milla, right?

[descendend]

[ She'd been suspicious, but ultimately happy, by his offer to cook dinner tonight. Milla loves cooking! Honestly adores it.

It'd just gotten a lot more unwieldy ever since Silver moved in officially, and they had to feed a few of his posse alongside him. A break from it two days in a row is good, though really? She should've protested more and interrogated him harder about why he wanted to take her turn instead of just shrugging it off. Milla rests her cheek against her hand, watching him as he washes dishes. She'd been about to offer help with that, but it's immediately banished from her mind. ]

Is that why you offered to make dinner tonight? [ Ah yes, a question with another question. She purses her lips; there's going to be more than a hint of bitterness here. ] Of course I have, we live next to each other. I've found out that Milla Maxwell is as perfect as her companions made her out to be. Truly an inspiration to the rest of us.

[mahouchrono]

That's what I thought.

[He thought that Milla wouldn't get along. Why would she? Honestly, Ludger can't even think of a reason why they would. They're completely different, much like him and Victor. They only had some underlying tones that remained the same between their different worlds.

He sits the dish and the rag down, looking over to Milla. It was a subject he brought up, so he might as well face her while they discuss it.]

You inspire people, too.

3/8 -- not here

[unghosting]

It's very nearly a month after The Incident™ when Milla comes home in the evening -- Kevin made sure she was very, very out at the time, naturally -- to a lamp sitting politely upon her doorstep, waiting for her to come home. It's shaped like a traditional oil lamp, but there are crystals inside to power it, and the globe that decorates it features an appropriately spicy lion etched into the glass. As Milla comes close to it, the color of it will shift, and that should be her first indication of what it is and why it is there. The man himself is nowhere to be found. He hasn't even stuck around to spy on her reaction from afar.

Even so, when she kneels down to investigate, Milla will find a note tucked underneath the lamp's base. The words are written in cursive, the letters long and slanted to the right, as though whoever wrote them thought that by reaching for the end of the sentence they'd be finished writing faster.



I won't tell if you won't.

~K

9/13

[feistytrader]

[It's not uncommon to see Silver in a strange mood when he returns home. He's mostly gotten his shit together and hasn't been particularly upset lately, but he doesn't exactly have the same calmness to him that he used to, especially over the past few weeks.

What is extremely uncommon is for him to walk in and be in the best god damn mood. The light gets brighter as he walks in, and other than the occasionally crackling electricity around him, the air around him is comfortable, warm, and-

God help us all Silver's feeling really good, did something happen.]

Hey, Milla.

[He swings straight into the kitchen and takes all of his brightness, warmth, and slightly crackling electricity with him.]

[descendend]

[ Hey, she's not gonna say not to seeing her favorite trainer in a good mood... but usually, his good moods are way more subdued than bright warm crackly. Milla waves at him from the counter, too busy drinking tea to actually say something until she sets it down -- ]

Someone's happy today. Did you get confessed to by a cute girl?

[feistytrader]

No, no, I met this really pretty guy. He was practically glowing with positivity, and-

[...And that is going to give her the wrong impression, let him start again-]

Do you think we can just decide not to suffer, Milla?

[-Why should I agonize? I've never believed in suffering when I don't have to.

Silver leans on the kitchen counter and lets those words continue to sink in. After everything that's happened in the past few months, those words stick with him a little more than they should.]

11/28, action

[feistytrader]

[Another day, another adventure.

Silver comes home excited... or maybe agitated is a better word for it; his expression is flat but the damn pots and pans and utensils start to move from his energy... At least for a moment, until he can try to settle himself. Thank god for Thras, really.

Good evening, Milla, is there anything to eat?]

[descendend]

[ Thank the spirits for Thras, really. Milla goes to steady them when they move--but they calm before she gets to them, and she sets her hands on her hips. ...that is really useful. Even if she's not into the whole emotion magic thing (she has her spirit artes, she doesn't really need this world's brand of them), being able to control them...

And no there's not, not immediately--she'll make something quick if he's hungry, but her and Ludger had a nice, quiet dinner together 8). ]

You're back late. [ With a capital L, Late. ] Out with a friend?

[feistytrader]

...Yeah. Why?

[He can do without the food, but he does get himself some water and uh. Tries to sit.

...Sitting isn't happening. He may be able to internalize his emotions, but he's still really energetic.]

01/03, action

[feistytrader]

[Silver's headed home enough times that it's pretty clear when something's up versus the usual Silver things; he's not particularly good at hiding his emotions unless he's practicing Dunamis, and, well.

What's really different about today is that he doesn't even bother to act like everything's fine and instead goes straight up to Milla with a load of confusion plastered on his face.

Oh boy.]

Hey, Milla?

[descendend]

[ Oh boy.

Milla is... at the piano, because look. She likes playing it well-enough and the more it gets played, the less bad she feels for it just sitting there, collecting dust. Silver plays too, but it just looks so lonely sometimes--

but oh. Ohhh boy. That look. How nice. ]

What happened this time.

[feistytrader]

Nothing. [...] No, really, I...

[How does he ask this?

...It's best to just ask flat-out, isn't it.]

Can I see your crystal?

1/13 milla are you dating silver

[opportunitycosts]

[Bzzz bzzz bzzz. It's not that often that Alvin hits her telepathic line, but she should probably be able to tell who that annoying buzzing is. For all we know it could be while she's cooking at the restaurant.]

Hey, Milla. I was just walking back from some errands when I was reminded of something.

[Of course he doesn't get straight to the point.]

JUST BECAUSE THERE'S A LOT OF THREADS WITH HIM..!!!

[descendend]

[ Of course she knows who it is, and of course it would be at the very important time of being in the middle of her job. Why does he have to do this.

And why does he never get right to the point!! ]

That you shouldn't be talking to someone while they're actually working? Incredible. [ ...it's not like any of this takes any real thought though. Running her kitchen is like, second-nature at this point. ] For real though. Is it important?

yeah sure that's what they all say

[opportunitycosts]

[For all questions: because it's Alvin.]

I thought you could work that kitchen with your eyes blindfolded and hands tied behind your back.

[No. He doesn't answer the question. He just taunts her instead.]

4/18, action

[feistytrader]

Hey, Milla? You're a girl.

[That is the lovely lead in that Silver has chosen at the breakfast table just after the festival.]

[descendend]

Gee, thanks for noticing. [ ...ooh after the festival though, ooh. Let's not jump to conclusions though. ] What's that have to do with anything?

5/9, action

[uncouthhatcher]

[You know, after the earthquake biz and they're home and junk. Plus one cast. He even gave her a day's rest just in case she was tired (because every godly being knows that Gold pretty much dropped off to sleep after he got home.)]

Soooo, Silver told me you can do healing stuff?

[It's easy to talk to her without wanting to flirt with her because the last time he made mention of anything about her nice everything Silver decked him. So. You know. Nice and casual.]

[descendend]

[ Ah yes, it's the other teenage boy she's ended up adopting. ...more like it's just Silver's friend she's letting stay because she has another room, but... ]

A little. [ Thank goodness for Jude's willingness to teach her. ] What'd you hurt and how bad is it.

5/16, action

[feistytrader]

[Today, Milla comes home to a nice, home cooked meal!

...Or the best Silver could do, anyway. It's also really god damn warm? It's a comfortable warm, but-

There are Gracideas pushing their way out of the floorboards, okay then.]

Welcome home.

[descendend]

[ Oh no, this is so sweet and cute— there's a gentle spring breeze to accompany her entrance at the sight of this. Wow!! ...what are those flowers, they're really pretty—

...hold on. ]

So what trouble did you get yourself into this time? [ She's kidding. maybe. kind of. ]