Ludo needs help making friends and turns to Star and Marco for help, but things quickly spiral out of their control.

A/N: It's been an incredibly trying month for me and I'm unsure about a lot of things in my personal life now, but this isn't one of them. I'm so happy to finally be getting back to my feet so I can make more of the Starco content I want the world to see. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for your patience. (Fair warning, there's one slightly steamy scene here).

"Have you ever wondered why heart thingies are hearts?" Marco stopped chewing on a bite of his burrito as he turned his full attention to Star. It wasn't the most confusing thing she'd ever said, but it was up there. "Like, why does this symbol mean hearts and love and stuff?" she clarified, holding up a piece of heart-shaped candy from the post-Valentine's Day shopping spree Eclipsa had taken her on weeks ago.

"Dunno," he responded. "Maybe it's what people used to think hearts looked like or something."

"None of the hearts I've seen on hunting trips with Dad ever looked like this. Although one was made of chocolate." She shrugged and popped the treat into her mouth, dumping some more from the bag into her mouth soon after. Her cheeks were puffed out, stretching her heart marks wide and Marco couldn't help but giggle at the sight. "What?" she mumbled, still chewing. He pantomimed the sight in front of him, pointing to his own puffed-up cheeks. Star quickly grabbed two more candies, licking the backs of them before sticking them to Marco's face, smiling quite smugly at her handiwork. "Now we're heart twinsies!" She scooted around the table next to him and leaned in, snapping a selfie. "The kids will love this one."

He swallowed the last bite of his burrito, thanking the heavens for the new Taco Baco location on campus. The other food options there were… lacking, to say the least.

"The Valentine's Day Chocopalooza was a smash hit, but I have no clue how to follow it! I can't have peaked after half a year, Marco!" The memories came flooding back: brownie batter as far as the eye could see, melted chocolate inflicting its goopy wrath on every surface in the kitchen, and so much frosting that he still didn't want to even look at the stuff.

"I think they just like spending time with you. You're really good with kids, Star. Besides, the only other holiday coming up is Easter, and you're terrified of it."

"It has a giant rabbit that lays eggs, Marco! How do you not see how horrifying that is?"

A loud cough from the bushes behind them might normally have only caught Marco's attention for a passing moment, but another voice frantically shushed it. "Dennis, quiet! The giant bunny schtick is too good!"

"Ludo?" Star and Marco said in unison.

"Hello, Star and Marco!" Ludo exclaimed with an emphatic wave. "So wonderful to see you again! How's your kid?"

"She's not… she's fine," Marco relented, estimating that it wouldn't be worth the hassle. "So… how's it going?"

"Things are fine, family's good. Bird and Spider told me to say hello." He seemed even twitchier than Marco remembered. Dennis prodded his brother with a wing, clearly trying to be surreptitious about it and failing spectacularly. "Ahem, well, there is one teensy tiny issue… I ran into Bearnicorn a few days ago. I totally froze up! Things were pretty awkward last time I saw the whole gang and I think I'm finally ready to try again, but I have no idea how to do that. You might not know this, but I have some issues getting over things," he stated earnestly. Star and Marco exchanged a bewildered glance - he couldn't be serious, right? Wait, what were they thinking, Ludo could totally say something like that seriously. Ludo took a deep breath and continued, "But Dennis suggested that I come to you two for help, since I had actually managed to work everything out with you."

Star munched on another chocolate heart as she mulled over what he was saying. "So you want our help to… make friends?"

The edges of his beak-mouth turned up in an ecstatic smile. "I would like that very much!"

"You're sure about this, Star?"

"He's not hurting anything, Mom." Star didn't glance up from the piles of clothing she was rummaging through at the sound of her mom's wary question; it wasn't an unfair one, considering the history involved. Even though he was friendly now, Ludo was too much of a wildcard to completely discount as harmless. Still, though, Star saw no reason to suspect any tricks up his sleeve (though there were probably some bugs there). The nostalgia of reconnecting with Ludo was oddly calming for Star, and considering how quickly Marco agreed to help Ludo with his issues, despite the craziness of midterms approaching, she guessed he felt the same. Drawer after drawer bore no fruit in her quest to find the sweater for Marco's all-important psychology ensemble - the book and glasses had already been secured.

"Though I didn't say anything, I admit I was initially hesitant about you two sharing living quarters like this, but I must say Marco's organizational skills seemed to have rubbed off on you," Moon said with a snicker. She bent down and checked under the bed, pulling out stray bags of cereal and bottles of soda that Star recognized from her and Marco's late night movie marathons slash cuddle sessions. "...somewhat."

Think Star, think! When was the last time you saw that dang sweater? Let's see… he wore it on our Valentine's Day date so it can't be that hidden - it was a bit snug on him which made it extra adorably handsome. He'd said he'd wear it more if I wanted, and I fell over laughing when he wore it just last weekend before we… oh corn. Star now recalled where the sweater would almost certainly be as a wave of horror washed over her. She slammed the dresser drawer and whipped around for a mad dash to the nightstand, where- pegasus feathers. Moon had just found the sweater, which was great, and with it was the exact last box she wanted anyone else (and especially her mom) to find, which was... greeeeeeat. Star generally felt she had a solid, trusting bond with her mother, but she'd never been - and still wasn't - the first person Star blabbed to about her personal affairs.

"Mom, I can explain-"

"Star, sweetie, I'm not upset. What you do with Marco is none of my business, you're a grown young woman who is more than capable of making her own decisions. If anything I'm simply relieved that you're taking such sane precautions. I may be old, but I'm not ready to earn my place in the Grandma Room quite yet." Despite her embarrassment, Star had to admit she was eased by her mom's understanding,. "And don't worry," Moon said softly, "I'll handle the subject with your father for you, if you'd like." And just like that, any comfort was washed away by a tidal wave of beet-red cheeks and incoherent sputtering.

Marco poked his head in, causing Star to yelp and jump off the bed. "Hey, you almost ready?"

"Yep! Totally, totally, totally ready and not discussing anything about our personal lives with mom!"

"Uh-huh…" Marco responded. "Well, I'm ready down there if you are. Oh hey, there's my sweater. Good, we'll need it... I, uh think we have our work cut out for us."

Star was worried, but also kinda happy to have an excuse to leave the current conversation as soon as Mewmanly possible. She handed the sweater from her mom to Marco, who put it on as they walked downstairs to where Ludo was curiously poking around the living room.

"Oh, hello Star! I was just admiring your lovely castle. Bit small for my tastes, but what do I know, haha!"

"Yeeeeeeah…" She then leaned over to whisper to Marco. "So, like, what did he say so far?"

"He said that he tried practicing talking to people with garbage dolls."

"Weird."

"I don't even know where to start, really."

"Hey Ludo," Star called out, walking over and sitting on the couch next to him. "So, bud, whatcha need us for here, exactly?"

"Ah, yes, well… I'd like to be able to talk to my old friends again without being their boss. You know, the whole scheming to defeat you… steal the wand… take over Mewni and rule it with an IRON FIST-" He had gotten so worked up that he was on his feet jumping up and down on the couch, but stopped and took a deep breath before chuckling. "Aha, see, there it is again! It's usually not like this, it's been months since I've even once brought up the wand in a game of cha-rads…"

Yeah, this might be a liiiiiiittle tricky. She tented her fingers as she came up with a plan. Could I… nah. Would it…? Mmm, no go. Wait, Star, duh! " Alright, Ludo, it's time for some patented psychomological work from Star Butterfly, H.P.D. We need to see what's going on in your head."

"Ooo, sounds fun! So for starters I think there's some lice-"

"No, no," she responded calmly, "I mean we need to find what's making you tick."

"Yup, I've got ticks too!"

Marco put a hand on her shoulder, his worried expression clear even to her peripheral vision. "Are you sure he should be in the same house as Mari-"

"Not now, Marco," Star hissed, swatting his hand away while keeping her gaze trained on Ludo. "Why are you having trouble talking to your old friends again? What's the first thing that comes to mind when I say 'Boo Fly'?"

"Messenger."

"Buff Frog?"

"Excellent spy."

"Lobster Claws?"

"Putting his claws on the wand- oh, wait, I see now! This is like cha-rads but with just words! You almost got me!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're getting it! OK, one more… Toffee."

"Candy! It's so delectable with chocolate-"

"You know what, that one's probably for the best," Star murmured. "Well, Ludo, it seems to me like your biggest problem is that you aren't even thinking about your old crew as regular people. Try this. Think of doing something you'd normally do with your brother."

"Picking the worms out of our feathers to eat-"

"Yeah, no," Star cut him off. She wanted to help, she really did, but she had a million other things on her mind and now was just not a great time for endless Ludo shenanigans. "I was thinking something less gross…"

"Basketball?" he cheerily offered.

"Sure. Imagine yourself playing basketball with your brother…" She paused a moment as he started miming out dribbling in his seat. "Now imagine doing the same exact thing but with Bearnicorn there instead of your brother." His arms twitched a bit.

"Keep dribbling, man!" Marco called out encouragingly. Ludo shut his eyes in concentration and after a moment got back into his awkward, gawkish basketball form.

Ludo's bulbous eyes snapped back open, frantic with glee. "Aha, yes! I think I see it now! Oh, thank you, Star and Marco! I'm off to go find my friends again!" With that, he bolted out the front door and scurried down the road until he was out of sight.

"You think that'll work?" Star asked hopefully.

Marco sighed and hugged her from behind. "Not a chance."

"Alright, we have a few minutes left in class so if anyone has any questions on the graded midterms I just passed back, let me know. Otherwise you're free to leave. Have a good weekend!"

Marco hunched over in his chair as he quickly scanned through the multiple choice questions and short answers. A few stupid mistakes here and there, but still an A - he'd even gotten a smiley face next to his essay assessing some example personality type or another. All in all, things felt right. Karate, sword-fighting, and adventuring were important to him but he'd always felt the most fulfilled helping others with their problems - psychology just seemed right.

A high-pitched, squawking voice interrupted him. "Hey, dude, what did you get for number 12?" Marco looked up at another student - Matt, if he was remembering correctly - who was hovering over him at an uncomfortably close distance. Even with how much life had changed in the past few years, his academic reputation stayed the same.

"Uh, C," Marco responded absentmindedly.

"Oh, that makes sense. And what about 13?"

"B."

"And… 14 through 35."

"Just talk to Mrs. B, man," Marco irritatedly replied, shaking his head. Normally he enjoyed helping classmates if he could, but he had promised Star he'd helm the planning for the daycare's Easter party on account of her phobia - well, that, and he'd heard Matt bragging about how he'd blown off studying to play the new Super Slash Sisters game all night long. He looked back down to check over one last page and grinned to himself. The final essay prompt hadn't been for a grade, but instead asked a simpler question: Why are you here? Without context, it might have seemed odd or downright rude, but the teacher had spent the first few months of the semester encouraging all the students to reflect on their goals and what they hoped to gain from the psychology program. The blunt prompt had caught him off guard, but after realizing what it was asking, he'd spent probably about as much time as he had on the rest of the exam combined describing his experiences and motivations on Mewni that drove him to help and support others.

Of course, he couldn't help but talk about Star at length as part of that. His adorable, brave, compassionate best friend that inspired him to be more. Where would he even be now without her? He could still be at college, he supposed, but that wasn't saying much. It was humorous to imagine: waking up, being driven to college by his mom, waving hello to Jackie every day (his foolproof plan to woo her had involved eventually moving past nodding, after all), getting straight As, working fruitlessly towards a red belt after classes, then… what? The world had so much more to offer him, and vice versa, and Star was the one who'd helped him realize that. The words had just flowed right out of his pen, paragraphs and paragraphs of glowing praise and affection, enough to leave his chest feeling as warm as it did when she was physically there.

"Hey, Marco, I have a question-"

Stirred from his contemplative state, Marco wheeled on the figure that had just tapped him on the shoulder, ready to tell Matt off for interrup- oh.

"Ludo? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, well, I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd just drop in! But also, please help me. I did what you said but then I dribbled Boo Fly on the ground and he got really upset and-"

Marco sighed. Hope Star's fine with me being late.

Most days, Star loved everything about her job. It was hard work, but it was so satisfying bringing smiles and warmth to the faces of the kids in her care and seeing them light up with stories to tell their families at the end of each day. Her hours were flexible, she got to spend time with Marco, and Antonio was a wonderful boss.

Today, however, was not most days.

Of freaking course Easter was Antonio's favorite holiday.

The kids seemed to be enjoying his antics as he pranced around in a bunny costume, but for the life of her she just couldn't understand why. Is it a normal rabbit or a person-sized one? No one even seems to know what it is! Does it lay bird eggs or rabbit eggs? Both are pretty horrifying if you ask me! If you get chocolate eggs in your Easter basket, does it lay them too? I'm not eating any soft brown rabbit droppings, Marco! They didn't even get any days off for it, so Star was convinced the best thing to do was ignore its existence as a holiday entirely. Her incredibly valid concerns had largely been met with amusement, even by Marco, but Antonio had at least offered to let her keep her distance and work behind-the-scenes for the party they had planned, which was now going on in the main playroom.

Packing baskets with candy was easy enough. Chocolate, gummies, cookies, donuts. Candy corn for the humans and candied corn for the Mewmans - as much as the humans liked Mewman corn, they hadn't quite accepted it as a valid dessert yet. There were a few special ones marked down as well. Some marshmallow mice for the Septarians, a ribeye steak for the Johansen - her third cousin or something like that, she wasn't even sure exactly whose kid he was - and some dried bugs for the kappas… wait, since when were there any kappas at the daycare? She yanked the full list out from underneath the pile of sweets and quickly scanned it. 105? Aren't there only 104 kids in the program this semester?

She almost missed it at the very top of the list: "Manudo Avarius". She vaguely remembered hearing about a sibling with that name at some point… maybe they just joined? Something still seemed off to Star but she pushed it aside and finished the last of the baskets just in time for the end of the party. As the kids left, Star cheerfully handed out the baskets to the tune of joyous squeals from the kids and careful warnings from the parents to not eat too much at once. Pffftt, come on, I eat cake for breakfast and I turned out fine!

Curiously, she hadn't spotted anyone that resembled Ludo yet even as the remaining crowd dwindled to almost nothing. Antonio had already begun to put away decorations when she finally spotted the figure, taking the basket over to them. But when they turned around, showing a braided beard… oh pegasus feathers.

"Star Butterfly! So good to see you again."

"Hey Ludo," she said. "Are you picking up Manudo?"

"Why would Menudo be here?"

"Well the paper said Manudo-"

"No, no, that's not how it's spelled, but besides, I'm here by myself. A large man with a magnificent beard asked me for my name and told me I was missing a party with lots of sweets! He kept calling me a child and I said I was a man and that my name was Ludo, but who cares when there's free chips, am I right?" He reached into one of the five chip bags in his arms and stuffed a handful into his beak.

Man-udo. Dangit, Antonio. "So… good to see you, but what brings you here?"

"Well, I talked to Marco just the other day because it still just wasn't working, but then I tried something else and that still didn't work, so now I need your help again. It all started on Tuesday-"

Star slumped down into a beanbag chair and reached into the basket, deftly avoiding the bugs as she searched for cookies to nibble on. This is going to be a while.

"So what did you say this place was?" Tom asked as he glanced around the restaurant. The vibrant cherry-red booths and soulful singer crooning over the speakers created a very different atmosphere than anything in the Underworld, but he liked it.

Sitting across from him, Marco downed another fry and took a sip of his water before responding. "Diners are the best places to go for comfort food. Burgers, onion rings, waffles, all that kinda stuff. Emilio's is the best in town."

Next to Marco, Star was wolfing down onion rings by the handful. "The secret is that he hired a bunch of Eclipsa's old chefs, so they make great Mewman and monster food too. Don't tell Mom but their Mewnipendence Day pies are the best I've ever had - though they don't call it that anymore." She was still chewing when she spoke, but after so many years of knowing Star he had no trouble understanding her garbled words. "It's really cool that Emilio was able to get back on his feet after the incident."

"What incident?" Tom asked, eliciting an irritated groan from Marco.

"So basically, a few years ago, Ponyhead and I-"

"Oh boy, a Ponyhead story," Janna sarcastically said, rolling her eyes, and Tom elbowed her side.

An older man with olive skin approached the table. ""Does everything taste alright? If your dining experience isn't absolutely perfect, please let me know, I can get you anything. More to drink, dessert, maybe some mushrooms..."

"It's great, Emilio," Marco mumbled.

"Good, good…" Emilio was smiling a bit too hard as he backed away, his eyes lingering on Marco's meal.

Marco caught Tom's curious gaze and buried his head in his hands. "Look, it's a long story. There was this pizza, then spiraling alcoholism, then a bit of arson…"

Janna's hand, resting on Tom's leg, unconsciously twitched as she perked up. "Woah, OK, now I actually do want to hear this."

"Too late, no take backs."

"Aww, you're no fun."

"So anyway, we picked the restaurant this time so have you two decided what we're doing after?" Oh crud, we forgot to plan. Tom's initial instinct was to claim a beginner's mistake, since it was only the second of their monthly double dates and their first time planning the after-dinner entertainment… except the actual reason was that he and Janna happened to get into their first major makeout session the night they had set aside for planning, burning thoughts of accomplishing anything else to a crisp in the process. Star and Marco were the last people that would be squicked out by romantic affection- that wasn't the problem. After years of slacking on responsibilities and having any kind of social life at all in a misguided attempt to chase after Star, he couldn't help but feel extra guilty over this specific lapse.

Janna leaned in, whispering in his ear. "Can't we just hit up the Sands of Eternal Torment?"

"For the tenth time, Jan, no," he hissed through his teeth. "There's, like, a 25% chance you'd all have your souls violently ripped from your bodies."

"Only 25? Ew, nevermind, just let them pick." She leaned in even closer, her breath hot in his ear. "If it's somewhere boring, we could always just sneak away and-"

"Good evening!" Tom squeaked and quickly turned his head at the sudden boisterous call from his other side, almost smacking Janna in the temple with his horn in the process. It was an incredibly short bird creature with a thick grey beard - a kappa, if Tom was remembering correctly. It wasn't their same waiter from before, but hey, what did he know about how Earth restaurants worked?

Tom held out his glass, but the supposed waiter ignored it. "Yeah, can I have a refill on the demonade, please?" Star and Marco glanced over at the waiter, their eyes opening wide before they both groaned and smacked their faces on the table in unison. Alright, maybe he's not a waiter then.

"Star..." Marco uttered. Star removed her wandering lips from his neck and propped herself up to look lovingly at him, shivering slightly as she abandoned the warmth of his bare skin. It had been probably over a year now since they'd first become more intimate like this, but the fire still burned just as hot. Heck, it was better now than those first forays, Star reckoned; with time came confidence and experience that let them enjoy themselves and each other to the absolute fullest. They'd both had busy lives the last few months or so, and with the end of the semester fast approaching Star knew they would be even busier soon, but none of that seemed to matter in this time they'd taken for themselves. Even after a break for a shower and snacks, their present cozy state under the blanket with nothing between them still felt as radiant as any proper afterglow could.

"Mhmm?" A devious thought crossed her mind, but she tried her best to feign innocence as she slowly slithered down his body, leaving fiery trails of kisses down his chest and sweet, sweet abs.

"Not that I don't like, you know, doing this but I don't, uh, know if I have it in me for another rouuuuuuuu-" His voice shot up an octave and his whole body jolted as she blew raspberries on his belly button and snuck her arms up to tickle around his armpits. "Star, please- I can't- I'm- can't breathe-" he sputtered out between hysterical bouts of laughter.

She was laughing too by the time his flailing pushed her off of him. Before he'd even collected himself, he lunged forward, trying to catch her with a determined-but-still-goofy grin on his face. Star dodged and backed away from the bed entirely as Marco grasped at her limbs. He finally gave up, lying on his stomach while resting his head on his chin and staring up at her. Even though his tush was right there for the ogling, Star was instead captivated by his enamored gaze and dopey smile.

"Dangit, Marco, you know I can't resist that look," she huffed, allowing him to take her hands and pull her next to him on the bed.

"I know," he said smugly. "You're not the only one who can weaponize being all lovey dovey."

"The student has become the master," she quipped, their hands still joined between them as they lay on their sides.

"But I do mean it, Star. I love every single part of you, and that's not gonna change. Things have been hectic lately for both of us, but stuff with the daycare, what you want to do for a living, Ludo… we can figure that all out. Just reach into your pocket if you need me."

She gently patted his head, running her fingers through his freshly shampooed hair. It was alluring to smell, to hold, to feel brushing up against her. Though the problems they faced now were of a different kind than the forces of evil that they'd spent their earlier years tackling, his presence was still what she needed most to ground her and make everything feel alright. Her face dipped in for a kiss, initially short and sweet but quickly succumbing to a familiar hunger. She pounced on him but miscalculated her momentum, rolling the whole way over him and pulling him with her so he lay on top. Not complaining, she thought as she hugged him close and indulged in the sensory bliss of his skin on hers.

He lightly rested his forehead on hers. "Do you, um, mind if we maybe don't, y'know…" he trailed off sheepishly.

"Marco," she crooned, holding his face in her hands. "How many times do I have to say it: I don't want to do anything if you're not comfortable with it."

"I-I can try that, um, thing again, though, instead if- if you want?" Oh sweet, sweet Marco. Even after years together, he still couldn't rest until he was sure he'd done everything he could for her.

"Yeah," she implored, breathy with the mounting anticipation as he began a trail of kisses downward.

"What thing are you two talking about?" Time seemed to stop as any building pleasure completely evaporated. Marco grabbed the crumpled bedsheet and pulled it over the two of them as the couple stared at the window in complete incredulity to where Ludo was standing on a flapping Dennis's back. "Well, anyway, I need some more advice-"

"GET. OUT!"

Marco rested his chin in his hands while Star paced in front of him. Three months. Three months of Ludo showing up at the most inopportune times, three months of Star trying and failing to feel satisfied with her efforts at the daycare, three months of a semester so intense that they were both at their wit's end with all of it. Ludo had once again come to the college for advice after his 26th attempt to regain his old friends failed just as catastrophically as the previous 25. He was persistent, Marco had to give him that, and the old monster crew had even been pretty supportive when Star and Marco had tracked them down themselves and explained the situation. The issue seemed to be entirely from within Ludo's own mind, which made it a dozen times harder to solve. It was the last day of the semester and they'd been haunted by thoughts of every minute of summer vacation spent throwing themselves at the brick wall of Ludo's psyche, so they'd made a pact that today was all or nothing. Neither wanted to ditch Ludo, he wasn't a bad guy, but enough was enough.

"Any ideas?" Star piped up, sounding entirely lost and uncertain as her gaze kept nervously darting over to Ludo who was brushing his beard and snacking on its droppings in the empty playroom. "We've tried psychology, reverse psychology, pep talks, reverse reverse psychology, all-you-can-eat chips, ygolohscysp-"

"Which still isn't a thing," Marco interrupted.

"Well I'm sorry, I'm not the one with a fancy degree, Marco!" she growled, tossing her arms out. "Ugh, sorry, this is just so frustrating. Doesn't he have, like, a thousand brothers and sisters he could hang out with? If he can't relax around the monsters, why does he always have to pester us when he could-" Her pacing instantly halted as her eyes opened wide. "Oh crud."

He stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, unsure whether her apparent epiphany was a good or bad thing. "Star?"

"He came to us for help becoming comfortable around his old pals again because he already was comfortable around us."

"Way too comfortable," Marco muttered with a wince that Star mirrored. They were still a little bit traumatized from the shower incident. "But that means-"

"He never needed his monster pals, he just needed… friends," she said just as he had the revelation on his own.

Marco smacked his forehead and sighed. "And he spent so much time fixating on this one thing, and we spent so much time just trying to solve his problem and shove him out the door, that we never tried just… being his friends."

They both looked through the little window into the playroom, where Ludo saw them and waved with a giant smile.

Star buried her face in her hands, messing up her hair like she was prone to do whenever she was feeling frazzled. "Ugh, I feel terrible."

"Same, but… we can't be his only friends, though. I feel bad for him, but I don't know if I have it in me to be his BFF."

"You're right, you're right, but who else could even handle that? Who? The guy's so hyper and weird, ugh, he reminds me of me as a kid, except way less cute."

"...a kid." They both mumbled simultaneously. It was as if a single lightbulb had gone off above both of them at once as all the pieces fell into place. "That's it!"

Star bolted out the door to gather the handful of children that hadn't been picked up yet while Marco got Ludo. A few minutes later, they met up at the rec center basketball court where Antonio helped them set up some kid-sized hoops. It took a bit of coaxing, but after a few minutes Ludo was having the time of his life tossing the ball around. The kids seemed to enjoy it, too, as he regaled them with tales of his adventures on Earth (and a few about a space princess with a cyclops and robot for friends that Marco was pretty sure he made up). Star and Marco had joined for a few games but both decided to just step back and watch from the bleachers for a while.

As they observed the scene, listening to the ecstatic wails of everyone on the court as they ran around with the ball, there was a smile on Star's face that was more content than Marco had seen in a while. "See? You made their whole week just by giving them someone fun to play with," Marco said, lacing his fingers through her hand. "They like you a lot more than they like balloons and candy."

"Even I don't need candy with you here being so sweet," she cooed, nuzzling into his shoulder, neither taking their eyes off the courts. Ludo passed the ball to Trevor, who spun around and passed it back in a fluid motion that allowed Ludo to score. The blissful, carefree sight was soothing after the intensity of Marco's life lately. Just some kids and a small bird man having fun playing a game together… life didn't always have to be so complicated. The serene moment abruptly ended when Ludo's beak caught on the rim, leaving him dangling above the ground and shrieking for help. As Star squeezed Marco's hand, sighed, and stood up to go help the poor kappa, Marco knew it could never be truly simple either.

Enough Review Responses:

Starco4everr: You're too sweet, thanks so much for being with us. It's been way slower than we would've liked for lots of personal and mental health reasons, but both Toxic and myself find it highly rewarding and we'll be here till it's done.

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EDD17SP: I'm so excited for the Ponyhead-centric chapter we've got planned because it'll be packed with Seahorse memes. So glad this chapter resonated with you, I definitely got a bit emotional writing it and the music is just SO GOOD I have the best friends ever.