"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.
"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."
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.
"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.
"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.
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.
"I'M FULL OF TERRIBLE LINES! A TRIANGLE -" Wait, hang on, wait, he's got this -"A TRIANGLE'S A POLYGON FORMED WITH THE LEAST AMOUNT OF TERRIBLE LINES."
That cracks him right up. The laughter's broad and unrestrained, thank you bubbly, and Ford can't tell if he slapped the piano in his mirth or if he's using it to hold himself up. It's both.
"You're a polygon made of terrible lines!" Ford gasps through the laughing fit's aftershocks.
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Date: 2019-07-06 02:42 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2019-07-06 02:51 am (UTC)That's because its weird.
"OH RIGHT! I GOT OFF TRACK. WE AREN'T. BUuuUUT..."
In the mindscape they are!
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Date: 2019-07-06 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-06 03:04 am (UTC)Everybody can, technically.
Hm.
"SO CAN YOU, IF YOU WANT TO TRY BEING A TRIANGLE! EXCEPT DON'T DO THAT, I DON'T RECOMMEND IT."
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Date: 2019-07-06 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-07-24 02:31 am (UTC)Bill pours himself more champagne.
"GIMME THIS."
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Date: 2019-07-24 02:36 am (UTC)That is Victorian.
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Date: 2019-07-24 03:11 am (UTC)"UH HUH."
Bill drinks.
"I DIDN'T LIKE IT THERE!"
who could have guessed
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Date: 2019-07-24 03:34 am (UTC)No kidding Bill didn't like it there. He destroyed it. Awkward.
"Yes, I...figured as much."
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Date: 2019-07-24 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-24 03:50 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:03 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:05 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:16 am (UTC)It is not.
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-24 04:35 am (UTC)Bill kisses Ford on the side of the mouth.
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:40 am (UTC)"That was a terrible line," he says, his shoulders starting to relax again, his tone starting to warm up.
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:46 am (UTC)There we go. Geometry.
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:55 am (UTC)"You're a polygon made of terrible lines!" Ford gasps through the laughing fit's aftershocks.
He loves geometry, okay.
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Date: 2019-07-24 05:00 am (UTC)Bill is just clinging to him like a koala by the time he's done, and snuggling into his sweater.
"I'M HILARIOUS."
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Date: 2019-07-24 05:15 am (UTC)He looks down at Bill, and feels very confused about why Bill's decided to faceplant into his sweater.
"What're you doing down there?"
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Date: 2019-07-24 05:20 am (UTC)Best qualities: warm and fuzz.
It was important. Fortunately, he can still talk just fine with his whole face smushed.
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Date: 2019-07-24 05:33 am (UTC)Ford looks down at his own chest. Wow, that champagne is really hitting, isn't it?
"You're really small," he comments, downwards. "It's weird!"
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