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"I'M ALWAYS LOOKING AT THINGS!"
And that's the flippant answer, but Bill doesn't leave it there. He does a swoon over the keys.
"OH NO, I'M CAPTURED AND PINNED TO THE WALL BY A CLASSY AND HANDSOME GUY! WHO KNOWS WHAT ME AND MY HOT LEGS ARE GOING TO DO IN THIS STICKY SITUATION?"
Bill sits back up.
"AND THEN NEITHER OF US DID ANYTHING! SO YOU CAN SEE WHY I GET A LITTLE FRUSTRATED!"
And that's the flippant answer, but Bill doesn't leave it there. He does a swoon over the keys.
"OH NO, I'M CAPTURED AND PINNED TO THE WALL BY A CLASSY AND HANDSOME GUY! WHO KNOWS WHAT ME AND MY HOT LEGS ARE GOING TO DO IN THIS STICKY SITUATION?"
Bill sits back up.
"AND THEN NEITHER OF US DID ANYTHING! SO YOU CAN SEE WHY I GET A LITTLE FRUSTRATED!"
He's flabbergasted.
He is trying to think through the champagne and the years, to reframe some of his and Bill's big interactions.
Bill was a monster. An absolute monster. But he did tie Ford up a lot. Drinks were involved. Ford had been very worried about many other things at the time. But some of what happened is....suspect.
"Oh. Oh, you were flirting."
He is trying to think through the champagne and the years, to reframe some of his and Bill's big interactions.
Bill was a monster. An absolute monster. But he did tie Ford up a lot. Drinks were involved. Ford had been very worried about many other things at the time. But some of what happened is....suspect.
"Oh. Oh, you were flirting."
He drags his hands down his face and groans.
"I had no idea."
"I had no idea."
He wants to do what?!
"All right, all right, just -- slow down," says Ford, holding his hands up and pushing them away a little. It's not a hard-stop, but he's a little overwhelmed.
"This has only been a thing for me for fifteen minutes. I can't think about -- about role-playing the times you've captured me. I'm still trying to figure out where I stand on sleeping with you!"
He looks at Bill sideways.
"I didn't even know we were sexually compatible," he adds.
"All right, all right, just -- slow down," says Ford, holding his hands up and pushing them away a little. It's not a hard-stop, but he's a little overwhelmed.
"This has only been a thing for me for fifteen minutes. I can't think about -- about role-playing the times you've captured me. I'm still trying to figure out where I stand on sleeping with you!"
He looks at Bill sideways.
"I didn't even know we were sexually compatible," he adds.
"Are you saying the mindscape would....change that?"
"What's so bad about it?" Ford asks. "I've always wanted to try out the whole being-of-pure-math-and-energy thing."
You see this look? It's cuuuuriosity. He doesn't ask. He just lets his eyebrows arch, and he looks at Bill, very curiously.
"YOU'RE INTERESTED, BUT I'M ORIGINALLY FROM THE SECOND DIMENSION, WHERE NOTHING IS FUN! IT'S BASICALLY A CONTRACT BETWEEN YOUR FAMILIES WHERE THEY SELL THEIR KIDS TO EACH OTHER TO TRADE SPAWN PROTEINS AT A POLITE DISTANCE."
Bill pours himself more champagne.
"GIMME THIS."
Bill pours himself more champagne.
"GIMME THIS."
"Oh. So, it's just species preservation and social expectations, then."
That is Victorian.
That is Victorian.
Huh. This is actually....getting a lot from Bill. Of course Ford knows about Flatland, but only in the abstract, and in vague memories of reading the story in high school.
No kidding Bill didn't like it there. He destroyed it. Awkward.
"Yes, I...figured as much."
No kidding Bill didn't like it there. He destroyed it. Awkward.
"Yes, I...figured as much."
"Except when you have improvements in mind," Ford adds dryly, because he's drunk and can't help it. "Like moth anatomy."
But backstory talk is absolutely a mood killer, and Ford is having trouble stopping thinking about it.
"Was there anything you liked about your world at all?"
Ford had hated Backupsmore, but at least there had been Fiddleford. He'd chafed in his hometown, but there had been Stan, and the beach, and the woods.
But backstory talk is absolutely a mood killer, and Ford is having trouble stopping thinking about it.
"Was there anything you liked about your world at all?"
Ford had hated Backupsmore, but at least there had been Fiddleford. He'd chafed in his hometown, but there had been Stan, and the beach, and the woods.
"YOUR REGULAR TONGUE PROVED ITSELF! THAT'S MY DEFENSE! ALTHOUGH I BET THERE ARE OTHER WAYS YOU COULD HAVE IT WIN ME OVER IF YOU'RE STILL CONCERNED.
AND THE WINGS ARE JUST COOL.
AND I LIKE YOU BEING DRAWN TO ME!"
More candid than he'd usually be there, too.
"EVERYTHING I LIKED FAILED ME WHEN REALLY PUT TO THE TEST. TOO SCARED. COULDN'T HACK IT. I DON'T NEED ANY OF IT."
Less a fresh wound and more one he never let heal, made sure left a scar so he'd learn and remember.
"I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS. WE DID IT. AND YOU STAYED WITH ME AND LISTENED. THIS IS GOOD, IT'S A GOOD DAY!"
Floating up, aggressively trying to up the mood again. He goes to kiss Ford on the forehead, which will probably give the human a bonk on the nose via the general tie area. Oops. Bill's not too coordinated right now.
AND THE WINGS ARE JUST COOL.
AND I LIKE YOU BEING DRAWN TO ME!"
More candid than he'd usually be there, too.
"EVERYTHING I LIKED FAILED ME WHEN REALLY PUT TO THE TEST. TOO SCARED. COULDN'T HACK IT. I DON'T NEED ANY OF IT."
Less a fresh wound and more one he never let heal, made sure left a scar so he'd learn and remember.
"I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS. WE DID IT. AND YOU STAYED WITH ME AND LISTENED. THIS IS GOOD, IT'S A GOOD DAY!"
Floating up, aggressively trying to up the mood again. He goes to kiss Ford on the forehead, which will probably give the human a bonk on the nose via the general tie area. Oops. Bill's not too coordinated right now.
Ford's feelings about being compared to Flatlanders who hadn't been willing to do what Bill demanded of them, willing to break a world, are muddled and confused by the alcohol-buzz. He barely knows how he feels at the best of times, when he's completely sober and his moral scruples aren't at odds with the way being important to Bill makes him feel. Ford's quiet a moment, trying (and failing) to process it.
And then he's bonked on the nose, which alone is enough to pull him most of the way back to the present.
"Mmf!" He reaches up to straighten Bill out. "Careful, you're swerving," says Ford.
And then he's bonked on the nose, which alone is enough to pull him most of the way back to the present.
"Mmf!" He reaches up to straighten Bill out. "Careful, you're swerving," says Ford.
"The angle of the room is fine," Ford insists. The don't-try-to-pull-one-over-on-me! is playful, and so is the finger jab at Bill's bricks.
That gets Ford to laugh.
"That was a terrible line," he says, his shoulders starting to relax again, his tone starting to warm up.
"That was a terrible line," he says, his shoulders starting to relax again, his tone starting to warm up.
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