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"Stanford Pines. Leave a message."

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"I COULD BEEP YOUR NOSE!. .. BUT I WANT TO DO THAT ALL THE TIME. YOU JUST HAVE FLESH RIGHT THERE, IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR FACE! STICKING RIGHT OUT! LIKE A BUTTON!"

What was he talking about?

"IMAGINE IF I HAD A NOSE."

Get back on track.

"HOW ABOUT, UHH-"

Bill whaps Ford in the head with his cane, very gently.

No, Bill.

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...Bill getting distracted talking about noses is stupid endearing and Ford needs to not think about it, because he does not need warm feelings about Bill Cipher. Bill is also drunk, so he might miss the expression Ford can't repress of fond amusement -- that disappears when Bill whacks his head, and he flinches.

There's a little clang.

"Absolutely not," Ford says, scowling. "The point is to keep me from getting angry at you."

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Is it, though?

"WHAT ABOUT-"

Bill vanishes the cane and holds up his hand, fingers spread, arm extended out like he's signaling for stop, wait a minute.

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Ford considers it.

It has the benefit of being remote, so Bill doesn't have to get in close when Ford is already mad. It also has the benefit of not being personally embarrassing or painful. It's quite serious, not comedic or tension-breaking.

"That could work."

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"HOW ABOUT A TEST?"

Bill wiggles his fingers and re-settles into the gesture.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO KEEP MAKING EYES AT YOU, SO YOU CAN DO THE RIGHT THING BY SAYING 'NO,' BUT STILL GET TO FEEL NICE ABOUT THE COMPLIMENT?"

Because that's Bill's best guess of how this works.

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Ford's composure flickers again, because that's not how he'd put it, that's not fair, it's --

...

Okay. Calm down. Stop and think. This is Bill asking him what he wants instead of assuming and pushing forward, and Ford needs to give it a chance.

Does he want Bill to keep flirting, or does he want Bill to stop?

If he asks Bill to stop, Bill will stop.

Ford imagines the rest of their relationship with Bill not flirting at all. Nothing. Just professional, just...their weird rapport, such as it is.

He thinks about the time they kissed.

"I," he says, slowly, "don't want you to stop."

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Bill drops the hand, no need to torture the poor guy.

"MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET! I'LL TAKE IT!"

Test successful!

He zooms in to plant his elbow on Ford's shoulder.

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Ugh. Self-reflection is hard. All Bill has to do when Ford makes his gesture is stop. Stopping's easy! Ford has to figure out his own emotions.

It feels unfair.

But since when has Bill had anything to do with fairness? If he can't have fair, Ford'll take 'functioning.'

Wow, Bill is suddenly very close? Ford startles, blinks, remains red, and freezes up, because having just confessed that he's interested in an ongoing relationship where Bill flirts over one where Bill doesn't flirt combined with the immediate proximity has left him temporarily too gay to function.

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Bill pokes him in the cheek, very romantically.

"THIS IS GONNA SHOCK YOU, KID,"

The scoop of the century, an absolute game-changer, hold onto your hats -

"- BUT I JUST LIKE GETTING A REACTION. I'M NOT HERE TO JUDGE!"

Then he giggles and rubs his whole hand on Ford's cheek.

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"Yes, I...I figured that out about you."

Ford does pull back, there. Because he's being teased, and though it's not the most upsetting thing that's happened to him, stepping back is more dignified than standing there letting Bill touch him and wishing they were kissing like an idiot.

He's basically just given Bill permission to tease him as much as he wants. Was this really a good idea?

The champagne says it was a good idea. The champagne says a better idea would be to take him up on it. Ha, you thought he wouldn't, how does it feel to be wrong, Bill? Very good, probably, if they're kissing. Which they could be.

Ford listens to the champagne, but instead of following its advice, he knocks back the rest of what's in the flute.

"So," he says, "what now?"

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"YOU'RE JUST SO CUTE. HOW ARE YOU SO TOUGH AND ALSO SO CUTE?"

More cheek pokes. Beep. Bop.

"I DON'T KNOW! I'VE SAID MY PIECE."

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"I don't know," Ford shoots back, waving the poking away briskly. "How are you so malevolent and still so personally compelling?"

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"AWWW, SWEET-TALK.~"

Eyelash flutter. Bill sips out of his flute.

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Well, this is it, Ford supposes. This is what the future is going to look like: Bill, teasing him to get a reaction, and Ford, reacting. Bill flirtng, and Ford saying no. Bill pushing, and Ford waiting for this to be the death of him. Friends, sort of; enemies bizarrely attached, always searching for the middle ground.

It already feels exhausting. Unsatisfying. It's going to be work from Ford and play from Bill. But he'll handle the stress like he always does, and not by flirting back out of a perverse need to not be the one always being passive while he's endlessly messed with.

"Hmph. I can do better than that," he says.

Not by flirting back, Ford.

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Wait, what.

Ford flirting back is rare. This is a holofoil Ford in mint condition. This is exciting. Bill's eye brightens.

"OH CAN YOU, HUH? PROVE IT."

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Fine. He will.

"You," Ford says, rounding on Bill, "look incredible in ultraviolet. I don't know if it was the sunset or the fact that I had been conditioned by rogue geneticists to react to bright light sources, but it was very distracting."

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What a fucking sentence, honestly, but Bill was there so he barely notices how much weirder their lives have become. Most of his attention is on the fact that Ford has admitted a moment of weakness.

"AW, FORDSY."

Bill is touched.

"I WISH YOU'D HAVE KEPT SOME OF THAT. I THINK YOU COULD DO A LOT WITH THAT TONGUE!"

As chipper as anything Bill says is.

Listen, the fact that as a moth he'd had an unrolling proboscis and that that had been extremely distracting is a matter of public record.

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Do a lot with--

--oh. Oh, it's a kissing thing.

...wait.

Bill thinks Ford's normal tongue isn't as good as the monster tongue, does he? Ford isn't insulted, exactly -- he's just inclined to push back, instead of just standing there feeling embarrassed insisting he's sure he doesn't know what Bill means.

"Come on," Ford says, his body language challenging, shifting forward. "You haven't even seen what the normal one does and you're complaining about it?"

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Bill is fuckin' delighted.

"YOU KNOW, I HAVE A LITTLE, BUT IT WASN'T ENOUGH TO ESTABLISH A BASELINE!"

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"That's a pity."

It is a real shame. A shame they have not kissed more. A shame he is not kissing Bill Cipher.

"You should really be more familiar with the original one. Before you start thinking about changing it."

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Bill closes the distance between them, slides his hand across Ford's jaw and back into his hair.

"THAT AN INVITATION? FORDSY, I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THE DAY."

If it's not, the blush will definitely be worth it anyway.

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It hadn't exactly been. It had been a desire to push back -- a strange combination of Ford having to take responsibility for managing how actively he participates in how far this goes and distaste for the idea of just sitting there while Bill teases and flirts somehow got him over the hurdle of his own reluctance to do anything even close to flirtation.

But now Bill's hand is in his hair and they're close together and shit fuck he really wants to do this. Ford's fingertips are a little bit tingly and his face is very warm and the light of Bill's glow doesn't do anything to stop just how wide his pupils are. His heart skips a beat, then starts pounding so hard Ford can hear it in his ears.

He looks Bill in the eye, challenging.

"Come here and find out."

Is it a bluff? Is it not a bluff? Is it just that everything that's been happening has Ford wound up tighter than a cello string and kissing Bill sounds like one of the only things that's felt nice that's happened to him in months? Who knows.

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Bill exhales with a crackle of static and leans in for a careful kiss, closed-lipped. Off to the side, his arm stretches out to set his drink down.

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It's returned the same way: careful, testing, no tongue. But it does get returned.

When it breaks, Ford takes a moment to take stock of everything. Take a breath. There, that wasn't the end of the world. That's not due for another few weeks.

Okay.

Ford leans in for the second one. It's a touch bolder, now that the first one has him centered, reassured that nothing's breaking because of it. Still slow, but pushing just a little more, moving a little smoother, a little looser.

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Bill's eye is gleaming when they break, delighted. He looks happily startled when Ford leans in again, and swaps his mouth over.

Bill's mouth is...odd. He has to blink out his eye to swap it in, for one thing, but the eyelashes stay close in to his body and don't get in the way. The whole thing feels too thin and too smooth to be human, bows outward oddly. He's warmer than a person, too. The light and heat he puts off come from the same glow of molten energy that keeps him buoyed off the ground at head-height.

"THAT ONLY TOOK US ABOUT A LIFETIME, HUH," Bill murmurs, when this one breaks. He doesn't look like he regrets it.