[Ford's got his jetpack slung jauntily over one shoulder, and when Bill greets him, he breaks into a doofy grin. He can't help it, he's. he's stupidly charmed.]
Hello, Bill.
[clearly this is a great idea for two people who are not dating to do]
[Bill has definitely seen Ford's item before, this is just a dumb eyeball joke.]
YEAH, YOU'D THINK WE'D BE TRUSTED WITH OUR OWN BATHROOMS, TOO.
[Bill swooces on in and chatters to the panel about "Earth's moon, not the fake one from Peru or the fake one from New Mexico or the fake one from L.A. or secret one that humans can't go to because it's a hollow shell full of moon criminals," specifies atmospheric content and amount of werewolves and moon crabs (few).]
[Lifts the lever, opens the door to the gray, cratered surface. It looks just like the footage! Because they did their research, duh.
The airlock, notably, doesn't depressurize. It's breathable out there, hooray! Bill holds the door and mock-bows, then says, as if he's offering a tray of snacks:]
[Confirmation of extraterrestrial life lacks punch these days. Being on a moon is old hat. But it's neat to visit this moon, even in a simulation, because it's the moon he's looked at since he was a kid. Werewolves and moon-crabs and all.]
Don't mind if I do.
[He steps inside and immediately notices the gravity change; his jetpack is much lighter. Ford shifts it on his shoulder, then takes an experimental hop. Weird gravity is old news; the specific amount of weird gravity on his own moon is cool. Nostalgic, kinda.]
[Bill floats out after, unbothered by gravity in any amount.]
BOUNCY, HUH. SOFT LANDING AS LONG AS YOU'RE NOT ON ROCK, TOO! YOU COULD PLAY SOME REAL VOLLEYBALL UP HERE. I CAN'T BELIEVE ALL THE SQUARES WE SENT UP ONLY THOUGHT ABOUT GOLF.
[Ford pulls the jetpack on fully, strapping himself in.]
Let's get a look at the landscape.
[He goes to press the ignition button -- then thinks better of it and adjusts the amount of propulsion to account for lower gravity. Then he'll press the ignition button.]
[Yay, moon activities! Ford will be very excited about any life that is spotted, and any landmarks he recognizes that look different in person!!
Ford is happily pulled over and settles down on a piece of moon rock. He is very very dusty. He attempts to brush his coat off. Some dust comes off. More dust sticks to his hands. You cannot tell there is a lighter-gray streak in his hair anymore. It is all the color of moon dust.]
[Pff. Pfff. Ford tries to blow the dust away from him, but it's too late; it gets all over his shoulders, making him look like he's got a terrible case of space dandruff, and on his glasses, which makes it very hard to see.]
Darn it, Bill--
[Not actually mad! Just Ford-grouchy. He takes his glasses off and rubs them on his sweater. Puts them back on. ....not much better. Takes them off again. Gives them a more vigorous sweater-cleaning.]
No wonder only one mission made it here. This stuff's impossible to get out!
[Ford trusts that this won't end terribly, so he lets Bill take the glasses out of his hands.
He's still got the ultraviolet-sensing cones in his eyes from the breach two Februaries ago. Ford's got his glasses done so they block it out most of the time -- it's very distracting, even if it does warn him what not to touch on the ship -- but with them off, Bill is a very bright, colorful blur.
[Ford blinks owlishly at the Bill-blur. ?? Why did Bill react like--
--oh, right. Bill's attached to Ford's clothes, kind of. He was nostalgic about the trenchcoat Ford wore during Weirdmageddon. He doesn't really like permanent changes -- even if he's alright with suits, apparently.]
IT'S SUCH A PART OF YOUR FACE, YOU'VE HAD THEM FOREVER!
[Bill can't tell Ford is Ford when he has the wrong glasses and this is a proven fact. It's like when you put on a hat and your cat becomes afraid of you, only one time the cat died from it.]
[Ford's not assuming it's the glasses. His guess is it was the impressions: the whole performance had been flawless, because it had to be. And he knows the impressions bother Bill.]
Okay, I'll get ones that're in the same shape.
[One, he likes the shape, and likes wearing the same thing for years. And two, he doesn't want to cause, you know, distress, which seems to be happening here.]
...but Bill, how is me changing my glasses that different from wearing a suit and tie?
[Back to distress! Bill is gonna go try to cup Ford's very dusty face.]
YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOURSELF WITHOUT THEM! IT'S WEIRD, IT'S, YOU, AND YOUR FACE, AND YOUR EYES - I DON'T KNOW!
YOU AND STAN WEAR DIFFERENT OUTFITS, BUT THE GLASSES ALWAYS STAY! UNDERNEATH YOU'RE BOTH ALMOST THE SAME, WHICH MEANS NEITHER OF YOU HAS SOMETHING OF YOUR OWN EXCEPT THESE.
[Gonna go to wiggle em with his fingertips.
Ok stop...panicking... Probably he won't lose his ability to find Ford and recognize him with new glasses, probably, his voice is pretty distinct, the sweater is usually there...]
I'M NOT GOING TO STOP YOU IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE, BUT I LIKE...YOU! I LIKE YOUR FACE WITH THESE. YOU HAD A PAIR LIKE THIS WHEN I MET YOU.
[Oh. Ford's eyebrows draw up, and he lets Bill hold his face and wiggle his glasses.
Bill's lucky Ford's such a creature of habit. Ford likes to find things that work and stick with them for years and years. This glasses shape was inexpensive and felt appropriately academic, and he'll stick with it no matter what's in fashion.
He appreciates being told that Bill doesn't intend to stop him from changing. He also likes being told that Bill likes his face with these glasses. Ford appreciates nostalgia, and while the memories from Gravity Falls aren't exactly good, he's got enough distance now to get it.
It doesn't feel like flirting, it feels like Bill communicating wants and concerns. Bill's been particularly un-flirtatious this whole time, which Ford appreciates. It's been fairly easy, up until right now, to put the relationship they're on a break from out of his mind and just explore the moon with Bill. But the fact that Ford misses it strikes him in this moment like a lunar meteorite, impossible to ignore, at several hundred miles an hour. Bill's not doing anything wrong, but Ford's brain is going to become mush for a few seconds.]
[Oh, oops. Bill can feel Ford's face heating up. He lets go.]
WHOOPS. JUST FRIENDS.
[The arcane rules of Just Friends are a game to Bill with no real emotional meaning - if you ask him, Ford is still his boyfriend and will be until he dies. And Bill does not intend to let him die. He has never particularly needed Ford's input on this matter, although at this point he has at least some idea that he should keep these concepts to himself. If Ford prefers that Bill pretends that Bill is not boyfriending him right now, Bill is going to do that for him.
(Never mind that they've broken up before, and the only difference now is that it wasn't Bill's idea. He is dealing with this by being firmly lodged in denial, which does not respond to logic.)]
IT'S LIKE ME WITHOUT MY TIE! ...I GUESS YOU'VE SEEN ME WITHOUT MY TIE, THOUGH. WHAT ABOUT WITHOUT MY EYELASHES, THAT'D BE WEIRD! ...ALTHOUGH I GUESS I'M STILL THE ONLY BEING OF PURE ENERGY THAT'S A TRIANGLE THAT YOU KNOW.... BUT YOU KEEP YOUR GLASSES ON EVEN WHEN THE - !
[Wait. Bill waves this last sentence away. F r i e n d s]
[Ford backs off, turning away just a little bit, but not in an unfriendly way -- just enough so he's not facing Bill fully anymore. It is important to Ford not to be boyfriended while trust is still in question! That just doesn't mean he doesn't miss being boyfriended. Remember, Pines, you're holding out for respect, and not being someone Bill tries to control. And that's why you're not getting boyfriended right now, even if you'd really, really like to be.
He picks up one of the drinks and is about to take a sip when Bill drops the implication about situations in which Ford leaves his glasses on. His eyes go wide, and he chokes a little, face flushing. F r i e n d s ! He's gonna take this drink, and compose himself, and answer.]
Yes, I--I suppose I can see how it would be confusing, if there were another triangular being of pure energy who looked just like you, and the only difference was the eyelashes. It'd be weird, even if I knew it was really you, because you'd look just like the other guy!
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Hello, Bill.
[clearly this is a great idea for two people who are not dating to do]
Is everything ready?
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[He'd almost forgotten, since the lounge is such fair game.]
Just a sec.
[He pulls a monocle out of his pocket and holds it up to the door. Keycard accepted!]
You know, considering how easy it is to access a bar full of free alcohol, you'd think the matter-creation machine wouldn't be so restricted.
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[Bill has definitely seen Ford's item before, this is just a dumb eyeball joke.]
YEAH, YOU'D THINK WE'D BE TRUSTED WITH OUR OWN BATHROOMS, TOO.
[Bill swooces on in and chatters to the panel about "Earth's moon, not the fake one from Peru or the fake one from New Mexico or the fake one from L.A. or secret one that humans can't go to because it's a hollow shell full of moon criminals," specifies atmospheric content and amount of werewolves and moon crabs (few).]
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The airlock, notably, doesn't depressurize. It's breathable out there, hooray! Bill holds the door and mock-bows, then says, as if he's offering a tray of snacks:]
SMALL STEP FOR MAN, FORDSY?
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Don't mind if I do.
[He steps inside and immediately notices the gravity change; his jetpack is much lighter. Ford shifts it on his shoulder, then takes an experimental hop. Weird gravity is old news; the specific amount of weird gravity on his own moon is cool. Nostalgic, kinda.]
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BOUNCY, HUH. SOFT LANDING AS LONG AS YOU'RE NOT ON ROCK, TOO! YOU COULD PLAY SOME REAL VOLLEYBALL UP HERE. I CAN'T BELIEVE ALL THE SQUARES WE SENT UP ONLY THOUGHT ABOUT GOLF.
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Let's get a look at the landscape.
[He goes to press the ignition button -- then thinks better of it and adjusts the amount of propulsion to account for lower gravity. Then he'll press the ignition button.]
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Ford is happily pulled over and settles down on a piece of moon rock. He is very very dusty. He attempts to brush his coat off. Some dust comes off. More dust sticks to his hands. You cannot tell there is a lighter-gray streak in his hair anymore. It is all the color of moon dust.]
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HEHEHEHEH.
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[Pff. Pfff. Ford tries to blow the dust away from him, but it's too late; it gets all over his shoulders, making him look like he's got a terrible case of space dandruff, and on his glasses, which makes it very hard to see.]
Darn it, Bill--
[Not actually mad! Just Ford-grouchy. He takes his glasses off and rubs them on his sweater. Puts them back on. ....not much better. Takes them off again. Gives them a more vigorous sweater-cleaning.]
No wonder only one mission made it here. This stuff's impossible to get out!
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[u need prisms in front of your eyes just to see things and thats funny]
HERE, HERE-
[Bill reaches for his glasses - he can get this off.]
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He's still got the ultraviolet-sensing cones in his eyes from the breach two Februaries ago. Ford's got his glasses done so they block it out most of the time -- it's very distracting, even if it does warn him what not to touch on the ship -- but with them off, Bill is a very bright, colorful blur.
Huh.
Ford looks out at the Earth.
Huh.]
Whoa. It looks -- different in ultraviolet.
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[Ford almost always has his glasses on, Bill has forgotten he had that.
He pops into the mindscape, then pops back out - pristine, not a speck of dust on him or the glasses. Hands them back.]
TA DAAAA. YOU SHOULD GET THAT LENS FIXED.
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...thank you.
I suppose I should. Next time we're in a port with modern eyewear, I'll replace it.
[They're not part of his character design anymore. There's not really a reason to go around with broken glasses, is there?]
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BUT THE SAME SHAPE, RIGHT?
[WITHHOLDING THE GLASSES FEARFULLY! Ford, don't change your face, he likes it!]
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--oh, right. Bill's attached to Ford's clothes, kind of. He was nostalgic about the trenchcoat Ford wore during Weirdmageddon. He doesn't really like permanent changes -- even if he's alright with suits, apparently.]
Well, I...I like this shape. So, yes. Probably.
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IT'S SUCH A PART OF YOUR FACE, YOU'VE HAD THEM FOREVER!
[Bill can't tell Ford is Ford when he has the wrong glasses and this is a proven fact. It's like when you put on a hat and your cat becomes afraid of you, only one time the cat died from it.]
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Okay, I'll get ones that're in the same shape.
[One, he likes the shape, and likes wearing the same thing for years. And two, he doesn't want to cause, you know, distress, which seems to be happening here.]
...but Bill, how is me changing my glasses that different from wearing a suit and tie?
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YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOURSELF WITHOUT THEM! IT'S WEIRD, IT'S, YOU, AND YOUR FACE, AND YOUR EYES - I DON'T KNOW!
YOU AND STAN WEAR DIFFERENT OUTFITS, BUT THE GLASSES ALWAYS STAY! UNDERNEATH YOU'RE BOTH ALMOST THE SAME, WHICH MEANS NEITHER OF YOU HAS SOMETHING OF YOUR OWN EXCEPT THESE.
[Gonna go to wiggle em with his fingertips.
Ok stop...panicking... Probably he won't lose his ability to find Ford and recognize him with new glasses, probably, his voice is pretty distinct, the sweater is usually there...]
I'M NOT GOING TO STOP YOU IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE, BUT I LIKE...YOU! I LIKE YOUR FACE WITH THESE. YOU HAD A PAIR LIKE THIS WHEN I MET YOU.
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Bill's lucky Ford's such a creature of habit. Ford likes to find things that work and stick with them for years and years. This glasses shape was inexpensive and felt appropriately academic, and he'll stick with it no matter what's in fashion.
He appreciates being told that Bill doesn't intend to stop him from changing. He also likes being told that Bill likes his face with these glasses. Ford appreciates nostalgia, and while the memories from Gravity Falls aren't exactly good, he's got enough distance now to get it.
It doesn't feel like flirting, it feels like Bill communicating wants and concerns. Bill's been particularly un-flirtatious this whole time, which Ford appreciates. It's been fairly easy, up until right now, to put the relationship they're on a break from out of his mind and just explore the moon with Bill. But the fact that Ford misses it strikes him in this moment like a lunar meteorite, impossible to ignore, at several hundred miles an hour. Bill's not doing anything wrong, but Ford's brain is going to become mush for a few seconds.]
Uh, I.
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WHOOPS. JUST FRIENDS.
[The arcane rules of Just Friends are a game to Bill with no real emotional meaning - if you ask him, Ford is still his boyfriend and will be until he dies. And Bill does not intend to let him die. He has never particularly needed Ford's input on this matter, although at this point he has at least some idea that he should keep these concepts to himself. If Ford prefers that Bill pretends that Bill is not boyfriending him right now, Bill is going to do that for him.
(Never mind that they've broken up before, and the only difference now is that it wasn't Bill's idea. He is dealing with this by being firmly lodged in denial, which does not respond to logic.)]
IT'S LIKE ME WITHOUT MY TIE! ...I GUESS YOU'VE SEEN ME WITHOUT MY TIE, THOUGH. WHAT ABOUT WITHOUT MY EYELASHES, THAT'D BE WEIRD! ...ALTHOUGH I GUESS I'M STILL THE ONLY BEING OF PURE ENERGY THAT'S A TRIANGLE THAT YOU KNOW.... BUT YOU KEEP YOUR GLASSES ON EVEN WHEN THE - !
[Wait. Bill waves this last sentence away. F r i e n d s]
YOU USUALLY HAVE EM! I'VE SEEN YOU SLEEP IN EM.
[Also with shoes, and a gun.]
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Right, right.
[Ford backs off, turning away just a little bit, but not in an unfriendly way -- just enough so he's not facing Bill fully anymore. It is important to Ford not to be boyfriended while trust is still in question! That just doesn't mean he doesn't miss being boyfriended. Remember, Pines, you're holding out for respect, and not being someone Bill tries to control. And that's why you're not getting boyfriended right now, even if you'd really, really like to be.
He picks up one of the drinks and is about to take a sip when Bill drops the implication about situations in which Ford leaves his glasses on. His eyes go wide, and he chokes a little, face flushing. F r i e n d s ! He's gonna take this drink, and compose himself, and answer.]
Yes, I--I suppose I can see how it would be confusing, if there were another triangular being of pure energy who looked just like you, and the only difference was the eyelashes. It'd be weird, even if I knew it was really you, because you'd look just like the other guy!
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