Who: Asch the Bloody notyourluke, & Luke fon Fabre headfons
What: Time has run out.
When: June 22, at night.
Where: Not far from their home but far enough that nobody will get involved.

( ...only worried him more. )

[It was early in the morning when Gamagori's eyes opened in the Dream Dock. It was disorienting to say the least, and his entire body felt weak and stiff, having held that position for an entire week, yet... had it only been a week? Months had passed in his mind, and even his uniform now bore the gold trim that came with his Mk. 2 model. His head swam, trying to make sense of it all when the last thing he saw flashed before his eyes once again. Satsuki, buried under rubble, a detonator in her hand, a twitch of the thumb and... SATSUKI!]

[He burst out of the building, practically diving into his car, and peeling out in a very uncharacteristic manner. He sped down the streets, giving little thought for the rules of the road - something he'd have to have Satsuki punish him for later - as he made his way to the penthouse she stayed at. A glance at the clock in the car confirmed his hopes. If he hurried, he could make it during her morning tea. At this point, he didn't care about anything other than making sure Satsuki was alive and unharmed in this place.]

[Not a full fifteen minutes after waking, he burst through the door of Satsuki's apartment, knocking the entire door frame off the wall - something else that would need punishment - as if the devil himself were after him.]

Satsuki-sama!

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[Once he had a chance to speak privately with Satsuki, Gamagori turns his attention to Ryuko, swallowing his pride in the process.]

Matoi, it would seem I owe you an apology...