[WOW THANKS HE HATES IT. You know, for a semi-omniscient being from before the beginning of the physical universe, you are REALLY not doing a good job of convincing him to give you his time.]
[Here's how Bill has read this situation: he has license to do banter until Ford says 'boo hoo, shut up, I'm not as good at banter as you are.' Which he just did.]
HAHAHA. I'M JUST GIVING YOU A HARD TIME, FORDSY. HE'S ACTUALLY NOT THAT MUCH LIKE YOU BESIDES THE HOBBIES.
[True.]
WHAT ELSE DO YOU LIKE TO DO?
[Correct grammar? Do math by hand? Get angry about minor lore changes in tabletop games? Slowly lose brain elasticity? Shoot brother? Try to build something complicated to solve a simple problem?
...All the sarcastic things he has kindly chosen not to say out loud aside, the actual issue is that most of the things they did casually together thirty years ago are completely tainted.]
[What do you even like to do? Invade people's dreams? Make yourself a giant nuisance? Get your thumb on the pulse of everyone on this ship and manipulate the ones you feel will be useful? Crack jokes no one else thinks are funny? Pour dri--
There it is. That'll work.]
Yes, all right, let's do that.
[It's better than anything else that's been suggested. And Ford could use one, after some of the revelations and decisions that have been made today. It really doesn't matter what time of day this conversation is taking place. It could be 7 AM. Ford is still going to drink. With Bill, if he must. It sure looks like that's what's happening.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Don't push your luck.
[There is literally no way that, if it isn't a joke, ""closer"" means anything good. Grq'w pdnh wklv zhlug.]
no subject
[he's just fucking with you now and I'm sorry]
no subject
[Sdghsgf. Asdgflja. Don't bother trying to decode that. It's just Ford's brain making a recordscratch noise.]
What?! No!
[Bhs.
He slams his palm down on the desk, rallying. His eyes are narrowed, his jaw tense.]
This is about finding a way to coexist on the Barge, not--not whatever it is you're referring to.
[Which didn't happen.
Which even if it had happened would be ancient history and not at all relevant to the situation at hand. But it didn't. So it doesn't matter.]
no subject
HAHAHAHA.
HEY, EVERYTHING DESERVES ITS FAIR SHARE OF CONTEXT, THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING. STILL WANNA GO READING?
no subject
[Way to go, you made it weird.]
no subject
Look Upon My Works, Ye Mighty, And Eat Shit]
YOU COULD READ AND I COULD WORK ON A PROJECT ACROSS THE ROOM WITH THE YOUNGER GUY I REPLACED YOU WITH! THEN IT DEFINITELY WOULDN'T BE WEIRD!
[God, leave Quentin out of this, Bill. He deserves better than this hideous tire fire.]
no subject
Hey, I don't have to do this, you know!
no subject
HAHAHA. I'M JUST GIVING YOU A HARD TIME, FORDSY. HE'S ACTUALLY NOT THAT MUCH LIKE YOU BESIDES THE HOBBIES.
[True.]
WHAT ELSE DO YOU LIKE TO DO?
[Correct grammar? Do math by hand? Get angry about minor lore changes in tabletop games? Slowly lose brain elasticity? Shoot brother? Try to build something complicated to solve a simple problem?
...All the sarcastic things he has kindly chosen not to say out loud aside, the actual issue is that most of the things they did casually together thirty years ago are completely tainted.]
...DO YOU WANNA JUST GET A DRINK?
no subject
There it is. That'll work.]
Yes, all right, let's do that.
[It's better than anything else that's been suggested. And Ford could use one, after some of the revelations and decisions that have been made today. It really doesn't matter what time of day this conversation is taking place. It could be 7 AM. Ford is still going to drink. With Bill, if he must. It sure looks like that's what's happening.]
no subject
I'LL UNLOCK IT, THERE SHOULDN'T BE ANYBODY ON STAFF RIGHT NOW.
[true]
no subject