[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]

[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.]