LUDO?
Oliver opens the door after a moment, and Ludo would smile except that it is wearing a mask and so what’s the point. Instead it simply waits for Oliver’s answer to the question, which comes soon enough in the form of a wrapped present. Is this what it feels like to be the real Ludo, constantly getting fun stuff? Not a terrible life, it thinks.
Ludo reaches out a still decidedly human hand to take the present. There is no waiting to unwrap, because curiosity gets the better of it, and soon enough the paper is gone, tucked beneath the rags. Now it holds a stuffed bear, a rather cute if not slightly crudely made toy. Ludo holds the toy up, making it dance in the air, moving it’s little legs around as if to some unheard beat. ”A good treat. May the spirits leave you in peace.”
Then, tucking the bear beneath it’s arm, Ludo just stands there a bit awkwardly for a moment. ”Unless there is anything else, I shall go. Back to the realm of Mort.” Which sounds absolutely nothing like what it suspects the real Ludo might say, but it’s not as if this particular Ludo has had enough experience to know.
Ludo reaches out a still decidedly human hand to take the present. There is no waiting to unwrap, because curiosity gets the better of it, and soon enough the paper is gone, tucked beneath the rags. Now it holds a stuffed bear, a rather cute if not slightly crudely made toy. Ludo holds the toy up, making it dance in the air, moving it’s little legs around as if to some unheard beat. ”A good treat. May the spirits leave you in peace.”
Then, tucking the bear beneath it’s arm, Ludo just stands there a bit awkwardly for a moment. ”Unless there is anything else, I shall go. Back to the realm of Mort.” Which sounds absolutely nothing like what it suspects the real Ludo might say, but it’s not as if this particular Ludo has had enough experience to know.
It's a me...maybe
