Bill stands up and walks across the surface of the desk to poke at Quentin. He has changed his mind, he is not going to die, because first he has to be very exasperated.
"NO, NO, HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THIS! BOYFRIEND! NO - NO PART OF THIS CONVERSATION EVER LEAVES THE ROOM!"
His voice is hitting truly impressive embarrassed-screech levels.
He doesn't realize he's been bracing for 'so how does that even work?' until it's not the question Quentin asks.
Bill manages a strangled half-laugh.
He's so bewildered by his own emotions right now. This has never happened in his actual entire life.
"OH BOY, Q. IT'S WAY WORSE. IT'S - HE WAS ALSO THE GUY I HUNG OUT AND DID RECREATIONAL MATH WITH, AND THE MORE YOU TELL HIM THE MORE HE'S GOING TO DRAW A BUNCH OF CONCLUSIONS! IT'S REALLY SIMILAR!"
This is a fucking mess is what this is, but it will be about one hundred times worse if Quentin hears it from Ford first. God, he should have just gambled on them never talking to each other because they're both horrible introverts. That would have been a better plan than this.
"I don't think you're hitting on me just because we do cool things that you also did with a boyfriend once."
He confirms, right away.
"And if he thinks that he's dumb as a bag of rocks, and you probably aren't into dumb people. Truthfully I'm a little surprised you went mortal at all- we're a little two dimensional compared to you? Hardehar."
"I KNOW! I STILL DON'T WANT THAT CONVERSATION TO HAPPEN, EVER! I DON'T EVEN WANT THIS CONVERSATION TO BE HAPPENING!"
He drags his hands down away from his eye. The red glow is leeching out back into yellow, at least.
"UGH, I DON'T. I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A CORPOREAL FORM THEN. THE GUY WAS STARSTRUCK! HE THOUGHT I WAS DIVINE INSPIRATION. HE MADE ME A GOLD STATUE. HOW DO YOU IGNORE A GOLD STATUE? I SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE ALONG WITH IT, BUT I REALLY NEEDED SOMETHING OUT OF HIM."
"HE ALSO SHOT MY FRIENDS! AND HIS OWN BROTHER! BECAUSE I BRUISED HIS PRIDE, WOW!"
No flash.
"EVERYBODY IN THIS SITUATION IS THE WORST, AND I WAS HERE FIRST! IF YOU DUCK OUT OF THE CONVERSATION NOW IT'LL BE SUSPICIOUS. JUST DON'T EXPLAIN MORE THAN YOU HAVE TO. AND DON'T -" Frustrated flail - "ASK HOW WE KNOW EACH OTHER!"
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Date: 2018-02-06 06:50 am (UTC)Bill stands up and walks across the surface of the desk to poke at Quentin. He has changed his mind, he is not going to die, because first he has to be very exasperated.
"NO, NO, HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THIS! BOYFRIEND! NO - NO PART OF THIS CONVERSATION EVER LEAVES THE ROOM!"
His voice is hitting truly impressive embarrassed-screech levels.
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Date: 2018-02-06 06:52 am (UTC)He's just always assumed Bill was... too triangular for that kind of thing.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Bill!"
Knowing him is sure an adventure in subverted expectations.
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Date: 2018-02-06 06:55 am (UTC)It's a fun day for learning.
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Date: 2018-02-06 06:56 am (UTC)Says Quentin, once he rallies.
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Date: 2018-02-06 07:19 am (UTC)Bill manages a strangled half-laugh.
He's so bewildered by his own emotions right now. This has never happened in his actual entire life.
"OH BOY, Q. IT'S WAY WORSE. IT'S - HE WAS ALSO THE GUY I HUNG OUT AND DID RECREATIONAL MATH WITH, AND THE MORE YOU TELL HIM THE MORE HE'S GOING TO DRAW A BUNCH OF CONCLUSIONS! IT'S REALLY SIMILAR!"
This is a fucking mess is what this is, but it will be about one hundred times worse if Quentin hears it from Ford first. God, he should have just gambled on them never talking to each other because they're both horrible introverts. That would have been a better plan than this.
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Date: 2018-02-06 07:39 am (UTC)He confirms, right away.
"And if he thinks that he's dumb as a bag of rocks, and you probably aren't into dumb people. Truthfully I'm a little surprised you went mortal at all- we're a little two dimensional compared to you? Hardehar."
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Date: 2018-02-06 08:18 am (UTC)He drags his hands down away from his eye. The red glow is leeching out back into yellow, at least.
"UGH, I DON'T. I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A CORPOREAL FORM THEN. THE GUY WAS STARSTRUCK! HE THOUGHT I WAS DIVINE INSPIRATION. HE MADE ME A GOLD STATUE. HOW DO YOU IGNORE A GOLD STATUE? I SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE ALONG WITH IT, BUT I REALLY NEEDED SOMETHING OUT OF HIM."
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Date: 2018-02-06 08:21 am (UTC)He chides him quietly;
"Why don't I just not talk to him for a couple of months, until you guys get on an even keel?"
i have been forgetting to narrate the ring my bad. it's been dark the whole time.
Date: 2018-02-06 08:42 am (UTC)"YEAH, I'M THE WORST, BUT HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT!"
He holds up the ring again.
"HE ALSO SHOT MY FRIENDS! AND HIS OWN BROTHER! BECAUSE I BRUISED HIS PRIDE, WOW!"
No flash.
"EVERYBODY IN THIS SITUATION IS THE WORST, AND I WAS HERE FIRST! IF YOU DUCK OUT OF THE CONVERSATION NOW IT'LL BE SUSPICIOUS. JUST DON'T EXPLAIN MORE THAN YOU HAVE TO. AND DON'T -" Frustrated flail - "ASK HOW WE KNOW EACH OTHER!"
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Date: 2018-02-06 08:49 am (UTC)He says, placatingly, glancing at his communicator, then back up at him.
"What are you going to say to him when you do talk?"
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Date: 2018-02-06 09:11 am (UTC)The ring lights up. Bill glares at it and reluctantly confesses something closer to the truth.
"UGH, OKAY. HE THINKS I'M DEAD, SO I THINK I SHOULD GET TO HAUNT HIM LIKE A VENGEFUL GHOST. THAT'S FAIR, RIGHT? I GOT KILLED, I DESERVE HAUNTING!"
Sadly, this one is true enough to pass.
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Date: 2018-02-06 11:31 am (UTC)Quentin would have to guess.
"Want to let him shoot me then get demoted?"
As though that is literally any better.
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Date: 2018-02-06 06:36 pm (UTC)Bill, that's not the problem with this plan. That's not even in the top five.
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Date: 2018-02-07 12:46 am (UTC)He's jut going to ask outright, basically.
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Date: 2018-02-07 12:50 am (UTC)"YOU COULD JUST SHOW ME..."