[OPEN] "These shallow waters never met what I needed. I'm letting go; a deeper dive."

[mviw]

Who: Ford (mviw) & YOU! | Closed prompts for Fiddleford, Wendy & the kids, tiny!Rick and Frisk, and Bill Cipher
Where: Around Neverland
When: Through the Neverland event + the Aftermath
Rating: PG-13/R for violence, swearing, limb amputation
Summary: Ford tries to protect his best friend, his nephew and niece, his friend's daughter, and his brother. It goes horribly awry. (You could say the casualties are about half his armies.)

(This log is corresponding to the events in THIS log.)

The Story:
[ooc: Prompts are written! Have at it.]

Comments

[mviw]

Oh. Yikes. [That sounds extremely unpleasant.] Uh, do I need anything? That's kind of you to ask, but I have food, water, and I'm catching up on 21st century films and television in an effort to better understand the culture Dipper and Mabel are living in.

[it's his way of saying he's binge-watching without sacrificing his scholarly demeanor.]

Stanley and Mikan are keeping their eyes on me. [HE SIGHS.] As if I needed caretakers.

[...but... there's a little softness in his eyes that betrays how much he appreciates them both.]

[mettatonvevo]

[Yikes is correct, Stanford. Yikes is correct. He laughs a bit.]

Goodness Ford, you really sound your age when you phrase things like that.

[His own eyes soften at the mention of Mikan. He is terribly fond of the sweet girl.]

I'm sure you're in good hands if Mikan is one of the people taking care of you. No offense to Stan, of course. I just don't know his medical skills.

[Which, he reasons, he probably has none beyond rudimentary common sense. That can be helpful overall in a pinch, but treating the long-term affects of non-medical amputation requires the skilled hands of a Super High School Level Nurse.]

[mviw]

What do you mean I sound my age?! You don't even know how old I AM! [YOU ARE SO RUDE, SIR.] I don't need caretakers because I've been taking care of myself for the last forty years.

Hi, my name is Mettaton, I'm 2 years old and I don't know how to read

[mettatonvevo]

[Ford's outburst is at first surprising, then Mettaton is biting his lip as the man continues on, trying very hard not to snicker.]

I'd say you just revealed a good hint to your age with that statement. Though I do know your age, Stanford. Or at least your approximate one. Did you forget Genosha? I saw your memories. It's not too hard to extrapolate how old you are from them if your years are the same as mine back home.

[To be completely fair, Mettaton forgets about Genosha sometimes. It gets easier as more and more events come by and bring him fresh new horrors to worry about.]

Even if you weren't as old as you are, you do realize that if I go by when I was built, I'm younger than almost everyone here in Wonderland, right? Everyone is old in comparison to me.

[Of course he's older than anyone would think, buuuut Ford doesn't need to know that!]

[mviw]

[Ford bristles like a huffy, tired old owl.] I'm sixty four! And apparently you're very good at acting your own age. If I had two arms, I'd be crossing them right now.

[ 8T ]

[He nags out of love. Really.]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton's grin turns a little wicked in nature as he watches Ford pout.]

A 64 year old man, yelling at a young child robot! How crass!

[He laughs, letting the mirth spill out at last.]

I kid, I kid. But I meant no offense, Ford. Honestly.

[He leans forward and places a gentle, chaste kiss on Ford's cheek. He doesn't linger for any longer than needed and pulls back promptly.]

You can take that as my apology.

[mviw]

Crass? Hmph.

[And then--suddenly--he's kissed.]

Uh. I-- [He blushes crimson red and swallows. Clears his throat.]

Ahh--yes! Apology accepted. Thank you. Yes.

[mettatonvevo]

[Oh no! He's cute when he blushes! Mettaton's smile grows in spite of itself, and he resists the urge to lean forward and kiss him again.]

You are absolutely welcome! Not many people have been blessed with the touch of my lips on them, but I am happy to add you to that short list.

[He really, really shouldn't be flirting with his best friend's best friend, and yet here he is, being the robotic menace he is.]

[mviw]

I-- [he was just kissed by a robot]--uh--[Ford adjusts his glasses and clears his throat. He kind of liked it?]

I uh, I'm happy to--be on that... short... list? I-- I mean--I'm flattered.

[STANFORD. STOP DIGGING.

He is not lucid enough for this.]

[mettatonvevo]

[That was probably the worst thing you could have said, Ford, because Mettaton leans forward and stops so he is about two inches away from his face.]

If you ever, ever want to explore other types of kisses, I am always here to assist. For science, of course.

[He winks, and leans away again.]

That said, you're in no shape for that type of experimentation. I should probably let you rest.

[mviw]

[Ford leans back looking slightly horrified. He is both too high for this and also, not high enough for this.]

Uh.

Thanks.

Uhh.

I'm going to sleep, now. I trust you can see yourself out.

[WHY IS HIS LIFE LIKE THIS]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton laughs, delighted at Ford's reaction. He's just too easy.]

Sleep well, Ford. You deserve it.

[He gives the man a gentle pat on the hand and then he is up and walking to the door, giving the scientist a jaunty wave as he exits.]