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@reverse-falls-ford
"
How curious! Will wanted to hide this... This strange form of communication from me. He should have known he couldn't. Hello, multiverse.
"
HI PEOPLE! I've never made an rp ask blog before so
Uh
HERE IS ONE! This is a Reverse Falls Ford RP ask blog, made for fun!
Rules:
No NSFW.
Don't be a jerk-
No links please, I don't want my inbox crowded with links, let's keep this fun!
Angst is cool, encouraged even!
[Taking place 3 days after Rin Gleeful ran away]
It's a rare right of all time. Stanford is sitting in the living room, hair disheveled, hunched forward, and he had a beer bottle in hand. His shirt was half untucked, and his amulet had a persistent glow.
He held onto the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed. He hadn't shaved in at least two days.
He looked like he hadn't slept in at least two days.
Maybe this is more than a rare sight, because no human being has ever seen Stanford Pines this disheveled before.
He didn't even react when he heard footsteps entering the room.
@reverse-falls-ford
Stan knocked on the wall, letting his borther know he was there. It was rude to interrupt Ford without knocking, lack of door be damned.
"That's mine," he walks up to him and takes the bottle straight for his hand. "What happened to no drinking, huh? One pebble in your path and you come apart"
Every attempt at being nonchalant fell flat.
He shot up and glared at Stanley- then wobbled and nearly tripped over the ottoman. He caught himself, but he was trembling, taking ridged breaths. His hands hovered at his side for a moment before he reached out.
"Give. It. Back."
His pendant glowed dangerously, the air around them thinned.
Stan stares down at him, doing nothing to help him out.
Then drinks what's left of the bottle in what swing, throwing it his way only once its empty
"There you go. It wasn't even the good stuff, this is what we give the guests"
The gem in his ring, his amulet, glows ever so slightly
There was hardly a sip left in the bottle. Stanford didn't bother to catch it. He moves out of the way, and it shatters on the floor behind him. He looks at Stanley in disbelief.
"What the fuck is wrong with you."
"With me? What's wrong with you? You're letting a kid make a fool of you over some teenage rebellion nonsense. Just- fuck, look at you"
A blue glow wraps around Ford, setting him straight up
"I didn't look this bad after my divorce"
He waved away Stans magic, grumbling.
"My daughter. Is gone."
He grabbed onto Stans collar and lifted him up a bit. Objects in the room started shaking, buzzing, screaming.
Stanfords voice dropped to a whisper.
"You, my dear brother, are used to failure. I wouldn't expect you to understand."
"I always knew we over protected you, but I didn't know you'd be so damn fragile!"
Two can play this game. He forced himself back down, paying no mind to the objects around him
"Your daughter is throwing a tantrum! Get a grip, Stanford"
He backed off, but the magic only seemed to get worse. He composed himself, pushing back his hair and standing up straight, but the room was spinning. Literally and metaphorically.
"I am not fragile. I am concerned."
"Shes run away- she left a note, don't you understand? I failed."
With everything he says, the hair became heavier. The whirling got louder.
"After all I've done for her- after I took her in, set her up for the best life possible, I was even willing to ket her have that rat Northwest as a friend- with MINIMAL conditions!"
There was hatred in his voice. His hands weren't in their normal place folded behind his back, instead, they were wildly flying around to emphasize his point. Reminiscent of their father, Filbrick, when he was upset.
"And yet somehow, I'm a failure as a father? Me?"
Something must have snapped in his mind, because at that moment, the light went out, the vases shattered, and everything went still.
"I failed her?"
Stanley couldn't help but take a step back as the whirlwind of magic surrounded him. Old survival instincts guided his eye to the nearest exit and trained his arms into a protective stand
Yet when it all came to a halt, he remained there. They were both much alike to their father, yes. But Stanford had always been the better man. Even in hus anger.
He lit up the place with his amulet, just enough so they coukd see each other
"You're the only one calling yourself a failure. That, and a good for nothing dead beat"
When the light shines on Stanford again, the tension in bis shoulders was gone. He was breathing heavily, his posture spoke of giving up. He looked at the ground.
He pulls a letter out of his pocket and hands it to Stanley. It was from Rin.
"I only wanted her to live her best life."
He knows how awful it is to have too much pressure put on him. His father was relentless- a gifted child like Stanford was... the expectations were through the roof.
Stanford was a man who focused on the negatives. She claimed it wasn't his fault, but those else fault could it be?
He's done that to his own child.
Regret peirces his heart.
"Stanley... I do not wish to be like our father."
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
He carefully but decidedly moves that hand out of the way with his cane. "Now, that sounds a bit over protective, don't it? Specially compared to the messes your grand nibblings do instead. Ya could at least-'
The door swings open to reveal Preston walkingvin. His hair is down, and he looks much more rested and calm than usual.
At least, until his eye lands on Ford, at which point all barely veiled hostility returns to his body
"Stanford. What a surprise"
He made a disgruntled face when his hand was pushed away, and then put his hands back behind his back.
"That was rude, Mr. Gleeful."
He turned to Preston, a small smirk tugging at his face.
"Northwest. Thank goodness, someone civilized. You and I need to have a little chat. About our daughters."
"I just though ya wouldn't want to touch a redneck in the first place"
Preston stares at him in utter, genuine confusion, blinking a few times before speaking, "you have a daughter? How did that happen?"
"I am wearing gloves."
He tilts his head at Preston.
"Yes, a talented young lady named Rin. I adopted her. Her parents were... well, they abandoned her. An unfortunate situation."
".... and she's been associating with your daughter. She says she's her friend. Gave her a tacky cheap sweater."
"Well, I can't say I'm particularly happy about it. But Paz is friendliness incarnate, as long as they're not hurting each other, I don't see a problem worth comming to my house for"
"My daughter is a Pines. Yours is a hooligan. I simply want to explore the terms of me allowing Rin to be friends with... riff raff."
"For both our childrens best interests. I'm sure you'll find this deal benefiting."
"I beg your fucking pardon"
"Why is every relationship some weird deal with y'all? Terms and conditions, ya want a liscense too?"
"What do you know about best interest, anyways? You're not exactly a paragon of socialization"
"You are pardoned, I assume for your crude and unnecessary use of language. Good sir, I make deals because they are useful tools of negotiation. Would you rather we pinkie promise?"
He chuckles humorlessly, then goes back to a blank stare.
"Correct. I despise socialization- but I recognize it is healthy for a young mind. I'm not sure how capable you country folk are of comprehending, but my family has a reputation to uphold in high society. If word got out that my daughter was running around in the woods with, well... someone who thinks glitter is a food group, it would not bode well."
"What I promise is fair and just, and quite honestly... your daughter should be honored I'm willing to give her the chance and opportunity."
"Honored. You come to my place, insult me to my face and want me to be honored you want to control my daughter" he laughed, spiteful, incredulous.
He stepped foward
"Estaba teniendo un buen dia. A good day for once. Whatever deal you have in mind, I don't want it. I don't want your family rubbing off whatever uppity holier-than-thou greedy nonsense on Pacifica, either"
"Etiquette and knitting lessons. She would have to attend one social event every two months, and she could pick a safe, clean, proper activity to do with my daughter. I do not wish to control her. In fact, this is me compromising. The other option is I simply ground my daughter from seeing yours. I leave the decision up to you."
Surprisingly, the anger... subsides.
It morphs into something closer to pity.
"You really don't see the issue, do you?"
His brows knit together.
Something like... confusion, or even a tinge of... fear? Stanford never wanted to be seen as someone who did not understand something. He was a genius.
"The only issue here is your stubbornness. We can even negotiate the terms if thats what it takes."
His voice is harsh, defensive. He seemed more... human, for a moment.
"And yet, I'm not the one here putting down rules, despite your family having infinitely hurt mine more than yours"
"First of all, Pacifica already fufills most of your conditions, actually. She has knitting classes back at home—one of the best in her class, from what her mother tells me. She goes out, constantly. She has plenty of hobbies to chose from if you want something sanitized"
"The thing is, she doesn't do any of this to appeal to anyone but herself. The sweater, the glitter, it's all a matter of taste. And it may come as a shock it you, but I admire that of her. I wish I'd had that type of confidence at that age.
"You keep trying to make this a decision for us to take, while its really theirs. I could try to get Paz into etiquette, and you could try to ground your daughter, but it won't accomplish anything more than making them bitter. I'm afraid to tell you, they're their own people"
He grit his teeth. "They are children."
His amulet glowed, eyes reflecting the power, but he didn't do anything. Any confusion or fear has transformed into rage. He didn't need to be lectured in being a parent by this... this dead-beat!
The air in the room goes cold.
"Fine. Have your daughter pick a suitible activity- and if you cannot control your child, perhaps you should step up as a parent instead of making excuses. If she refuses to interact with my daughter in a safe, proper environment- they won't be seeing each other again. It is a simple concept."
"... children are human, too"
The anger picks back up. Step up? That's what he's been trying since he put a foot back om this world! Yet, he constains it, just curling his hands into fists that he presses firmly to his sides
"Tell me, Stanford Pines, do you honestly see Rin in your future? Do you see her caring for you, cheering you for the effort? Or are you going to be a burden she'll handle until the furtune bestows upon her?"
"... I will talk to Pacifica. I'm sure there's something that will be to your standards, and I'd hate to see that poor girl miss out on having real friends"
His brows twitched, but with a heavy sigh, the glowing ceased and everything went back to normal.
"I do not care if she loves me or not. I care that she has a good life. She's already in this family... and there's no easy out. Is it so wrong of me to try and keep her safe?"
He shook his head. Anger disappearing without a trace.
"I suppose it doesn't matter. Never mind that. See to it that you find something..."
He paused.
And snapped, a panthlet appearing in Prestons hands in a puff of blue.
"Just find one of these activities. And buy her some nice clothes."
He included about 1,000$ in the envelope. He hoped it was enough? He never really... buys clothes. He has twenty of the same outfit. It should be enough to get her something decent. And 1,000$ isn't that much money. To him.
He opened his mouth to say something, but... decided against it. This waa a battle he couldn't win
He looked at the envelope with a mix of confusion and disgust, only acknowledging it with a nod before handing it over to Bud... who immediately packed the money
"Is that all?"
He nods curtly.
"That is all. You know how to contact me. Farewell."
And with that he's gone, as suddenly as he arrived.
[Taking place 3 days after Rin Gleeful ran away]
It's a rare right of all time. Stanford is sitting in the living room, hair disheveled, hunched forward, and he had a beer bottle in hand. His shirt was half untucked, and his amulet had a persistent glow.
He held onto the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed. He hadn't shaved in at least two days.
He looked like he hadn't slept in at least two days.
Maybe this is more than a rare sight, because no human being has ever seen Stanford Pines this disheveled before.
He didn't even react when he heard footsteps entering the room.
@reverse-falls-ford
Stan knocked on the wall, letting his borther know he was there. It was rude to interrupt Ford without knocking, lack of door be damned.
"That's mine," he walks up to him and takes the bottle straight for his hand. "What happened to no drinking, huh? One pebble in your path and you come apart"
Every attempt at being nonchalant fell flat.
He shot up and glared at Stanley- then wobbled and nearly tripped over the ottoman. He caught himself, but he was trembling, taking ridged breaths. His hands hovered at his side for a moment before he reached out.
"Give. It. Back."
His pendant glowed dangerously, the air around them thinned.
Stan stares down at him, doing nothing to help him out.
Then drinks what's left of the bottle in what swing, throwing it his way only once its empty
"There you go. It wasn't even the good stuff, this is what we give the guests"
The gem in his ring, his amulet, glows ever so slightly
There was hardly a sip left in the bottle. Stanford didn't bother to catch it. He moves out of the way, and it shatters on the floor behind him. He looks at Stanley in disbelief.
"What the fuck is wrong with you."
"With me? What's wrong with you? You're letting a kid make a fool of you over some teenage rebellion nonsense. Just- fuck, look at you"
A blue glow wraps around Ford, setting him straight up
"I didn't look this bad after my divorce"
He waved away Stans magic, grumbling.
"My daughter. Is gone."
He grabbed onto Stans collar and lifted him up a bit. Objects in the room started shaking, buzzing, screaming.
Stanfords voice dropped to a whisper.
"You, my dear brother, are used to failure. I wouldn't expect you to understand."
"I always knew we over protected you, but I didn't know you'd be so damn fragile!"
Two can play this game. He forced himself back down, paying no mind to the objects around him
"Your daughter is throwing a tantrum! Get a grip, Stanford"
He backed off, but the magic only seemed to get worse. He composed himself, pushing back his hair and standing up straight, but the room was spinning. Literally and metaphorically.
"I am not fragile. I am concerned."
"Shes run away- she left a note, don't you understand? I failed."
With everything he says, the hair became heavier. The whirling got louder.
"After all I've done for her- after I took her in, set her up for the best life possible, I was even willing to ket her have that rat Northwest as a friend- with MINIMAL conditions!"
There was hatred in his voice. His hands weren't in their normal place folded behind his back, instead, they were wildly flying around to emphasize his point. Reminiscent of their father, Filbrick, when he was upset.
"And yet somehow, I'm a failure as a father? Me?"
Something must have snapped in his mind, because at that moment, the light went out, the vases shattered, and everything went still.
"I failed her?"
[Taking place 3 days after Rin Gleeful ran away]
It's a rare right of all time. Stanford is sitting in the living room, hair disheveled, hunched forward, and he had a beer bottle in hand. His shirt was half untucked, and his amulet had a persistent glow.
He held onto the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed. He hadn't shaved in at least two days.
He looked like he hadn't slept in at least two days.
Maybe this is more than a rare sight, because no human being has ever seen Stanford Pines this disheveled before.
He didn't even react when he heard footsteps entering the room.
@reverse-falls-ford
Stan knocked on the wall, letting his borther know he was there. It was rude to interrupt Ford without knocking, lack of door be damned.
"That's mine," he walks up to him and takes the bottle straight for his hand. "What happened to no drinking, huh? One pebble in your path and you come apart"
Every attempt at being nonchalant fell flat.
He shot up and glared at Stanley- then wobbled and nearly tripped over the ottoman. He caught himself, but he was trembling, taking ridged breaths. His hands hovered at his side for a moment before he reached out.
"Give. It. Back."
His pendant glowed dangerously, the air around them thinned.
Stan stares down at him, doing nothing to help him out.
Then drinks what's left of the bottle in what swing, throwing it his way only once its empty
"There you go. It wasn't even the good stuff, this is what we give the guests"
The gem in his ring, his amulet, glows ever so slightly
There was hardly a sip left in the bottle. Stanford didn't bother to catch it. He moves out of the way, and it shatters on the floor behind him. He looks at Stanley in disbelief.
"What the fuck is wrong with you."
"With me? What's wrong with you? You're letting a kid make a fool of you over some teenage rebellion nonsense. Just- fuck, look at you"
A blue glow wraps around Ford, setting him straight up
"I didn't look this bad after my divorce"
He waved away Stans magic, grumbling.
"My daughter. Is gone."
He grabbed onto Stans collar and lifted him up a bit. Objects in the room started shaking, buzzing, screaming.
Stanfords voice dropped to a whisper.
"You, my dear brother, are used to failure. I wouldn't expect you to understand."
[Taking place 3 days after Rin Gleeful ran away]
It's a rare right of all time. Stanford is sitting in the living room, hair disheveled, hunched forward, and he had a beer bottle in hand. His shirt was half untucked, and his amulet had a persistent glow.
He held onto the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed. He hadn't shaved in at least two days.
He looked like he hadn't slept in at least two days.
Maybe this is more than a rare sight, because no human being has ever seen Stanford Pines this disheveled before.
He didn't even react when he heard footsteps entering the room.
@reverse-falls-ford
Stan knocked on the wall, letting his borther know he was there. It was rude to interrupt Ford without knocking, lack of door be damned.
"That's mine," he walks up to him and takes the bottle straight for his hand. "What happened to no drinking, huh? One pebble in your path and you come apart"
Every attempt at being nonchalant fell flat.
He shot up and glared at Stanley- then wobbled and nearly tripped over the ottoman. He caught himself, but he was trembling, taking ridged breaths. His hands hovered at his side for a moment before he reached out.
"Give. It. Back."
His pendant glowed dangerously, the air around them thinned.
Stan stares down at him, doing nothing to help him out.
Then drinks what's left of the bottle in what swing, throwing it his way only once its empty
"There you go. It wasn't even the good stuff, this is what we give the guests"
The gem in his ring, his amulet, glows ever so slightly
There was hardly a sip left in the bottle. Stanford didn't bother to catch it. He moves out of the way, and it shatters on the floor behind him. He looks at Stanley in disbelief.
"What the fuck is wrong with you."
[Taking place 3 days after Rin Gleeful ran away]
It's a rare right of all time. Stanford is sitting in the living room, hair disheveled, hunched forward, and he had a beer bottle in hand. His shirt was half untucked, and his amulet had a persistent glow.
He held onto the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed. He hadn't shaved in at least two days.
He looked like he hadn't slept in at least two days.
Maybe this is more than a rare sight, because no human being has ever seen Stanford Pines this disheveled before.
He didn't even react when he heard footsteps entering the room.
@reverse-falls-ford
Stan knocked on the wall, letting his borther know he was there. It was rude to interrupt Ford without knocking, lack of door be damned.
"That's mine," he walks up to him and takes the bottle straight for his hand. "What happened to no drinking, huh? One pebble in your path and you come apart"
Every attempt at being nonchalant fell flat.
He shot up and glared at Stanley- then wobbled and nearly tripped over the ottoman. He caught himself, but he was trembling, taking ridged breaths. His hands hovered at his side for a moment before he reached out.
"Give. It. Back."
His pendant glowed dangerously, the air around them thinned.
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
He carefully but decidedly moves that hand out of the way with his cane. "Now, that sounds a bit over protective, don't it? Specially compared to the messes your grand nibblings do instead. Ya could at least-'
The door swings open to reveal Preston walkingvin. His hair is down, and he looks much more rested and calm than usual.
At least, until his eye lands on Ford, at which point all barely veiled hostility returns to his body
"Stanford. What a surprise"
He made a disgruntled face when his hand was pushed away, and then put his hands back behind his back.
"That was rude, Mr. Gleeful."
He turned to Preston, a small smirk tugging at his face.
"Northwest. Thank goodness, someone civilized. You and I need to have a little chat. About our daughters."
"I just though ya wouldn't want to touch a redneck in the first place"
Preston stares at him in utter, genuine confusion, blinking a few times before speaking, "you have a daughter? How did that happen?"
"I am wearing gloves."
He tilts his head at Preston.
"Yes, a talented young lady named Rin. I adopted her. Her parents were... well, they abandoned her. An unfortunate situation."
".... and she's been associating with your daughter. She says she's her friend. Gave her a tacky cheap sweater."
"Well, I can't say I'm particularly happy about it. But Paz is friendliness incarnate, as long as they're not hurting each other, I don't see a problem worth comming to my house for"
"My daughter is a Pines. Yours is a hooligan. I simply want to explore the terms of me allowing Rin to be friends with... riff raff."
"For both our childrens best interests. I'm sure you'll find this deal benefiting."
"I beg your fucking pardon"
"Why is every relationship some weird deal with y'all? Terms and conditions, ya want a liscense too?"
"What do you know about best interest, anyways? You're not exactly a paragon of socialization"
"You are pardoned, I assume for your crude and unnecessary use of language. Good sir, I make deals because they are useful tools of negotiation. Would you rather we pinkie promise?"
He chuckles humorlessly, then goes back to a blank stare.
"Correct. I despise socialization- but I recognize it is healthy for a young mind. I'm not sure how capable you country folk are of comprehending, but my family has a reputation to uphold in high society. If word got out that my daughter was running around in the woods with, well... someone who thinks glitter is a food group, it would not bode well."
"What I promise is fair and just, and quite honestly... your daughter should be honored I'm willing to give her the chance and opportunity."
"Honored. You come to my place, insult me to my face and want me to be honored you want to control my daughter" he laughed, spiteful, incredulous.
He stepped foward
"Estaba teniendo un buen dia. A good day for once. Whatever deal you have in mind, I don't want it. I don't want your family rubbing off whatever uppity holier-than-thou greedy nonsense on Pacifica, either"
"Etiquette and knitting lessons. She would have to attend one social event every two months, and she could pick a safe, clean, proper activity to do with my daughter. I do not wish to control her. In fact, this is me compromising. The other option is I simply ground my daughter from seeing yours. I leave the decision up to you."
Surprisingly, the anger... subsides.
It morphs into something closer to pity.
"You really don't see the issue, do you?"
His brows knit together.
Something like... confusion, or even a tinge of... fear? Stanford never wanted to be seen as someone who did not understand something. He was a genius.
"The only issue here is your stubbornness. We can even negotiate the terms if thats what it takes."
His voice is harsh, defensive. He seemed more... human, for a moment.
"And yet, I'm not the one here putting down rules, despite your family having infinitely hurt mine more than yours"
"First of all, Pacifica already fufills most of your conditions, actually. She has knitting classes back at home—one of the best in her class, from what her mother tells me. She goes out, constantly. She has plenty of hobbies to chose from if you want something sanitized"
"The thing is, she doesn't do any of this to appeal to anyone but herself. The sweater, the glitter, it's all a matter of taste. And it may come as a shock it you, but I admire that of her. I wish I'd had that type of confidence at that age.
"You keep trying to make this a decision for us to take, while its really theirs. I could try to get Paz into etiquette, and you could try to ground your daughter, but it won't accomplish anything more than making them bitter. I'm afraid to tell you, they're their own people"
He grit his teeth. "They are children."
His amulet glowed, eyes reflecting the power, but he didn't do anything. Any confusion or fear has transformed into rage. He didn't need to be lectured in being a parent by this... this dead-beat!
The air in the room goes cold.
"Fine. Have your daughter pick a suitible activity- and if you cannot control your child, perhaps you should step up as a parent instead of making excuses. If she refuses to interact with my daughter in a safe, proper environment- they won't be seeing each other again. It is a simple concept."
"... children are human, too"
The anger picks back up. Step up? That's what he's been trying since he put a foot back om this world! Yet, he constains it, just curling his hands into fists that he presses firmly to his sides
"Tell me, Stanford Pines, do you honestly see Rin in your future? Do you see her caring for you, cheering you for the effort? Or are you going to be a burden she'll handle until the furtune bestows upon her?"
"... I will talk to Pacifica. I'm sure there's something that will be to your standards, and I'd hate to see that poor girl miss out on having real friends"
His brows twitched, but with a heavy sigh, the glowing ceased and everything went back to normal.
"I do not care if she loves me or not. I care that she has a good life. She's already in this family... and there's no easy out. Is it so wrong of me to try and keep her safe?"
He shook his head. Anger disappearing without a trace.
"I suppose it doesn't matter. Never mind that. See to it that you find something..."
He paused.
And snapped, a panthlet appearing in Prestons hands in a puff of blue.
"Just find one of these activities. And buy her some nice clothes."
He included about 1,000$ in the envelope. He hoped it was enough? He never really... buys clothes. He has twenty of the same outfit. It should be enough to get her something decent. And 1,000$ isn't that much money. To him.
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
He carefully but decidedly moves that hand out of the way with his cane. "Now, that sounds a bit over protective, don't it? Specially compared to the messes your grand nibblings do instead. Ya could at least-'
The door swings open to reveal Preston walkingvin. His hair is down, and he looks much more rested and calm than usual.
At least, until his eye lands on Ford, at which point all barely veiled hostility returns to his body
"Stanford. What a surprise"
He made a disgruntled face when his hand was pushed away, and then put his hands back behind his back.
"That was rude, Mr. Gleeful."
He turned to Preston, a small smirk tugging at his face.
"Northwest. Thank goodness, someone civilized. You and I need to have a little chat. About our daughters."
"I just though ya wouldn't want to touch a redneck in the first place"
Preston stares at him in utter, genuine confusion, blinking a few times before speaking, "you have a daughter? How did that happen?"
"I am wearing gloves."
He tilts his head at Preston.
"Yes, a talented young lady named Rin. I adopted her. Her parents were... well, they abandoned her. An unfortunate situation."
".... and she's been associating with your daughter. She says she's her friend. Gave her a tacky cheap sweater."
"Well, I can't say I'm particularly happy about it. But Paz is friendliness incarnate, as long as they're not hurting each other, I don't see a problem worth comming to my house for"
"My daughter is a Pines. Yours is a hooligan. I simply want to explore the terms of me allowing Rin to be friends with... riff raff."
"For both our childrens best interests. I'm sure you'll find this deal benefiting."
"I beg your fucking pardon"
"Why is every relationship some weird deal with y'all? Terms and conditions, ya want a liscense too?"
"What do you know about best interest, anyways? You're not exactly a paragon of socialization"
"You are pardoned, I assume for your crude and unnecessary use of language. Good sir, I make deals because they are useful tools of negotiation. Would you rather we pinkie promise?"
He chuckles humorlessly, then goes back to a blank stare.
"Correct. I despise socialization- but I recognize it is healthy for a young mind. I'm not sure how capable you country folk are of comprehending, but my family has a reputation to uphold in high society. If word got out that my daughter was running around in the woods with, well... someone who thinks glitter is a food group, it would not bode well."
"What I promise is fair and just, and quite honestly... your daughter should be honored I'm willing to give her the chance and opportunity."
"Honored. You come to my place, insult me to my face and want me to be honored you want to control my daughter" he laughed, spiteful, incredulous.
He stepped foward
"Estaba teniendo un buen dia. A good day for once. Whatever deal you have in mind, I don't want it. I don't want your family rubbing off whatever uppity holier-than-thou greedy nonsense on Pacifica, either"
"Etiquette and knitting lessons. She would have to attend one social event every two months, and she could pick a safe, clean, proper activity to do with my daughter. I do not wish to control her. In fact, this is me compromising. The other option is I simply ground my daughter from seeing yours. I leave the decision up to you."
Surprisingly, the anger... subsides.
It morphs into something closer to pity.
"You really don't see the issue, do you?"
His brows knit together.
Something like... confusion, or even a tinge of... fear? Stanford never wanted to be seen as someone who did not understand something. He was a genius.
"The only issue here is your stubbornness. We can even negotiate the terms if thats what it takes."
His voice is harsh, defensive. He seemed more... human, for a moment.
"And yet, I'm not the one here putting down rules, despite your family having infinitely hurt mine more than yours"
"First of all, Pacifica already fufills most of your conditions, actually. She has knitting classes back at home—one of the best in her class, from what her mother tells me. She goes out, constantly. She has plenty of hobbies to chose from if you want something sanitized"
"The thing is, she doesn't do any of this to appeal to anyone but herself. The sweater, the glitter, it's all a matter of taste. And it may come as a shock it you, but I admire that of her. I wish I'd had that type of confidence at that age.
"You keep trying to make this a decision for us to take, while its really theirs. I could try to get Paz into etiquette, and you could try to ground your daughter, but it won't accomplish anything more than making them bitter. I'm afraid to tell you, they're their own people"
He grit his teeth. "They are children."
His amulet glowed, eyes reflecting the power, but he didn't do anything. Any confusion or fear has transformed into rage. He didn't need to be lectured in being a parent by this... this dead-beat!
The air in the room goes cold.
"Fine. Have your daughter pick a suitible activity- and if you cannot control your child, perhaps you should step up as a parent instead of making excuses. If she refuses to interact with my daughter in a safe, proper environment- they won't be seeing each other again. It is a simple concept."
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
He carefully but decidedly moves that hand out of the way with his cane. "Now, that sounds a bit over protective, don't it? Specially compared to the messes your grand nibblings do instead. Ya could at least-'
The door swings open to reveal Preston walkingvin. His hair is down, and he looks much more rested and calm than usual.
At least, until his eye lands on Ford, at which point all barely veiled hostility returns to his body
"Stanford. What a surprise"
He made a disgruntled face when his hand was pushed away, and then put his hands back behind his back.
"That was rude, Mr. Gleeful."
He turned to Preston, a small smirk tugging at his face.
"Northwest. Thank goodness, someone civilized. You and I need to have a little chat. About our daughters."
"I just though ya wouldn't want to touch a redneck in the first place"
Preston stares at him in utter, genuine confusion, blinking a few times before speaking, "you have a daughter? How did that happen?"
"I am wearing gloves."
He tilts his head at Preston.
"Yes, a talented young lady named Rin. I adopted her. Her parents were... well, they abandoned her. An unfortunate situation."
".... and she's been associating with your daughter. She says she's her friend. Gave her a tacky cheap sweater."
"Well, I can't say I'm particularly happy about it. But Paz is friendliness incarnate, as long as they're not hurting each other, I don't see a problem worth comming to my house for"
"My daughter is a Pines. Yours is a hooligan. I simply want to explore the terms of me allowing Rin to be friends with... riff raff."
"For both our childrens best interests. I'm sure you'll find this deal benefiting."
"I beg your fucking pardon"
"Why is every relationship some weird deal with y'all? Terms and conditions, ya want a liscense too?"
"What do you know about best interest, anyways? You're not exactly a paragon of socialization"
"You are pardoned, I assume for your crude and unnecessary use of language. Good sir, I make deals because they are useful tools of negotiation. Would you rather we pinkie promise?"
He chuckles humorlessly, then goes back to a blank stare.
"Correct. I despise socialization- but I recognize it is healthy for a young mind. I'm not sure how capable you country folk are of comprehending, but my family has a reputation to uphold in high society. If word got out that my daughter was running around in the woods with, well... someone who thinks glitter is a food group, it would not bode well."
"What I promise is fair and just, and quite honestly... your daughter should be honored I'm willing to give her the chance and opportunity."
"Honored. You come to my place, insult me to my face and want me to be honored you want to control my daughter" he laughed, spiteful, incredulous.
He stepped foward
"Estaba teniendo un buen dia. A good day for once. Whatever deal you have in mind, I don't want it. I don't want your family rubbing off whatever uppity holier-than-thou greedy nonsense on Pacifica, either"
"Etiquette and knitting lessons. She would have to attend one social event every two months, and she could pick a safe, clean, proper activity to do with my daughter. I do not wish to control her. In fact, this is me compromising. The other option is I simply ground my daughter from seeing yours. I leave the decision up to you."
Surprisingly, the anger... subsides.
It morphs into something closer to pity.
"You really don't see the issue, do you?"
His brows knit together.
Something like... confusion, or even a tinge of... fear? Stanford never wanted to be seen as someone who did not understand something. He was a genius.
"The only issue here is your stubbornness. We can even negotiate the terms if thats what it takes."
His voice is harsh, defensive. He seemed more... human, for a moment.
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
He carefully but decidedly moves that hand out of the way with his cane. "Now, that sounds a bit over protective, don't it? Specially compared to the messes your grand nibblings do instead. Ya could at least-'
The door swings open to reveal Preston walkingvin. His hair is down, and he looks much more rested and calm than usual.
At least, until his eye lands on Ford, at which point all barely veiled hostility returns to his body
"Stanford. What a surprise"
He made a disgruntled face when his hand was pushed away, and then put his hands back behind his back.
"That was rude, Mr. Gleeful."
He turned to Preston, a small smirk tugging at his face.
"Northwest. Thank goodness, someone civilized. You and I need to have a little chat. About our daughters."
"I just though ya wouldn't want to touch a redneck in the first place"
Preston stares at him in utter, genuine confusion, blinking a few times before speaking, "you have a daughter? How did that happen?"
"I am wearing gloves."
He tilts his head at Preston.
"Yes, a talented young lady named Rin. I adopted her. Her parents were... well, they abandoned her. An unfortunate situation."
".... and she's been associating with your daughter. She says she's her friend. Gave her a tacky cheap sweater."
"Well, I can't say I'm particularly happy about it. But Paz is friendliness incarnate, as long as they're not hurting each other, I don't see a problem worth comming to my house for"
"My daughter is a Pines. Yours is a hooligan. I simply want to explore the terms of me allowing Rin to be friends with... riff raff."
"For both our childrens best interests. I'm sure you'll find this deal benefiting."
"I beg your fucking pardon"
"Why is every relationship some weird deal with y'all? Terms and conditions, ya want a liscense too?"
"What do you know about best interest, anyways? You're not exactly a paragon of socialization"
"You are pardoned, I assume for your crude and unnecessary use of language. Good sir, I make deals because they are useful tools of negotiation. Would you rather we pinkie promise?"
He chuckles humorlessly, then goes back to a blank stare.
"Correct. I despise socialization- but I recognize it is healthy for a young mind. I'm not sure how capable you country folk are of comprehending, but my family has a reputation to uphold in high society. If word got out that my daughter was running around in the woods with, well... someone who thinks glitter is a food group, it would not bode well."
"What I promise is fair and just, and quite honestly... your daughter should be honored I'm willing to give her the chance and opportunity."
"Honored. You come to my place, insult me to my face and want me to be honored you want to control my daughter" he laughed, spiteful, incredulous.
He stepped foward
"Estaba teniendo un buen dia. A good day for once. Whatever deal you have in mind, I don't want it. I don't want your family rubbing off whatever uppity holier-than-thou greedy nonsense on Pacifica, either"
"Etiquette and knitting lessons. She would have to attend one social event every two months, and she could pick a safe, clean, proper activity to do with my daughter. I do not wish to control her. In fact, this is me compromising. The other option is I simply ground my daughter from seeing yours. I leave the decision up to you."
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
He carefully but decidedly moves that hand out of the way with his cane. "Now, that sounds a bit over protective, don't it? Specially compared to the messes your grand nibblings do instead. Ya could at least-'
The door swings open to reveal Preston walkingvin. His hair is down, and he looks much more rested and calm than usual.
At least, until his eye lands on Ford, at which point all barely veiled hostility returns to his body
"Stanford. What a surprise"
He made a disgruntled face when his hand was pushed away, and then put his hands back behind his back.
"That was rude, Mr. Gleeful."
He turned to Preston, a small smirk tugging at his face.
"Northwest. Thank goodness, someone civilized. You and I need to have a little chat. About our daughters."
"I just though ya wouldn't want to touch a redneck in the first place"
Preston stares at him in utter, genuine confusion, blinking a few times before speaking, "you have a daughter? How did that happen?"
"I am wearing gloves."
He tilts his head at Preston.
"Yes, a talented young lady named Rin. I adopted her. Her parents were... well, they abandoned her. An unfortunate situation."
".... and she's been associating with your daughter. She says she's her friend. Gave her a tacky cheap sweater."
"Well, I can't say I'm particularly happy about it. But Paz is friendliness incarnate, as long as they're not hurting each other, I don't see a problem worth comming to my house for"
"My daughter is a Pines. Yours is a hooligan. I simply want to explore the terms of me allowing Rin to be friends with... riff raff."
"For both our childrens best interests. I'm sure you'll find this deal benefiting."
"I beg your fucking pardon"
"Why is every relationship some weird deal with y'all? Terms and conditions, ya want a liscense too?"
"What do you know about best interest, anyways? You're not exactly a paragon of socialization"
"You are pardoned, I assume for your crude and unnecessary use of language. Good sir, I make deals because they are useful tools of negotiation. Would you rather we pinkie promise?"
He chuckles humorlessly, then goes back to a blank stare.
"Correct. I despise socialization- but I recognize it is healthy for a young mind. I'm not sure how capable you country folk are of comprehending, but my family has a reputation to uphold in high society. If word got out that my daughter was running around in the woods with, well... someone who thinks glitter is a food group, it would not bode well."
"What I promise is fair and just, and quite honestly... your daughter should be honored I'm willing to give her the chance and opportunity."
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
He carefully but decidedly moves that hand out of the way with his cane. "Now, that sounds a bit over protective, don't it? Specially compared to the messes your grand nibblings do instead. Ya could at least-'
The door swings open to reveal Preston walkingvin. His hair is down, and he looks much more rested and calm than usual.
At least, until his eye lands on Ford, at which point all barely veiled hostility returns to his body
"Stanford. What a surprise"
He made a disgruntled face when his hand was pushed away, and then put his hands back behind his back.
"That was rude, Mr. Gleeful."
He turned to Preston, a small smirk tugging at his face.
"Northwest. Thank goodness, someone civilized. You and I need to have a little chat. About our daughters."
"I just though ya wouldn't want to touch a redneck in the first place"
Preston stares at him in utter, genuine confusion, blinking a few times before speaking, "you have a daughter? How did that happen?"
"I am wearing gloves."
He tilts his head at Preston.
"Yes, a talented young lady named Rin. I adopted her. Her parents were... well, they abandoned her. An unfortunate situation."
".... and she's been associating with your daughter. She says she's her friend. Gave her a tacky cheap sweater."
"Well, I can't say I'm particularly happy about it. But Paz is friendliness incarnate, as long as they're not hurting each other, I don't see a problem worth comming to my house for"
"My daughter is a Pines. Yours is a hooligan. I simply want to explore the terms of me allowing Rin to be friends with... riff raff."
"For both our childrens best interests. I'm sure you'll find this deal benefiting."
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
He carefully but decidedly moves that hand out of the way with his cane. "Now, that sounds a bit over protective, don't it? Specially compared to the messes your grand nibblings do instead. Ya could at least-'
The door swings open to reveal Preston walkingvin. His hair is down, and he looks much more rested and calm than usual.
At least, until his eye lands on Ford, at which point all barely veiled hostility returns to his body
"Stanford. What a surprise"
He made a disgruntled face when his hand was pushed away, and then put his hands back behind his back.
"That was rude, Mr. Gleeful."
He turned to Preston, a small smirk tugging at his face.
"Northwest. Thank goodness, someone civilized. You and I need to have a little chat. About our daughters."
"I just though ya wouldn't want to touch a redneck in the first place"
Preston stares at him in utter, genuine confusion, blinking a few times before speaking, "you have a daughter? How did that happen?"
"I am wearing gloves."
He tilts his head at Preston.
"Yes, a talented young lady named Rin. I adopted her. Her parents were... well, they abandoned her. An unfortunate situation."
".... and she's been associating with your daughter. She says she's her friend. Gave her a tacky cheap sweater."
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
He carefully but decidedly moves that hand out of the way with his cane. "Now, that sounds a bit over protective, don't it? Specially compared to the messes your grand nibblings do instead. Ya could at least-'
The door swings open to reveal Preston walkingvin. His hair is down, and he looks much more rested and calm than usual.
At least, until his eye lands on Ford, at which point all barely veiled hostility returns to his body
"Stanford. What a surprise"
He made a disgruntled face when his hand was pushed away, and then put his hands back behind his back.
"That was rude, Mr. Gleeful."
He turned to Preston, a small smirk tugging at his face.
"Northwest. Thank goodness, someone civilized. You and I need to have a little chat. About our daughters."
He hates being here. It's disgusting. Dirty. Poor people everywhere - and the sun! Far too bright.
But, this was for his idiot daughter. He had no choice. He walked into the Mystery Shack and beelined to Bud Gleeful. Head held high.
"Greetings. I need to converse with Preston Northwest post-haste."
@reverse-falls-ford
"Good day to you too, sir" he answered with the most forved smile he could mutter. "Rare to see ya outta the mansion. Whatever do you want with pointdexter?"
"... his daughter and mine are developing a friendship, and I need to communicate with him the bounds in which this friendship may exist."
He offered a handshake. His hand is gloved... in a way that makes him look like he has five fingers.
"Apologies for my directness, but it is urgent, and I do not have much free time."
She walks into the mansion, only to find Stanford waiting for her and holding a familiar sweater.. it’s a crocheted blue sweater with stars that Pacifica had given her for her birthday. She’d been hiding it from Stanford. Her heart dropped.
“F-father- what do you have there?”
@ask-rin-gleeful
"Cheep yarn, surprisingly decent craftsmanship... but tacky. Did you make this?"
He glares down at her, although he doesn't know he's glaring.
"Why was this hidden away?"
“It’s nothing father! It was just a gift-“
"A gift?"
He cut her off. He looked down at it again. He had been ready to support her in her artistic journey, but if someone else made this.... he'll give her the benefit of the doubt.
"A gift you're making for someone else, or someone gave this to you?"
“A..a friend gave it to me for my birthday- please it won’t distract me from anything!”
"A friend."
He looks back down at the tacky sweater.
"Who? You know you can't be seen in this shotty thing, correct?"
Rin doesn’t answer for a bit.
“P..Pacifica…”
He let out a low, annoyed sigh. Stanley wasn't going to like this.
"Northwest?"
Hm... Stanford has worked with Preston before. Perhaps he can make this work out, but he would need to have a chat with the scientist.
Gulp
“Yes..father..”
His expression softened, and he approached Rin, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"My daughter, you know I wish for you to have a social life, but that girl?... she simply isn't proper. Our family has a reputation to uphold."
“She’s nice…”
She felt small. She hadn’t felt this small since he found her that night.””
"I am banning you from spending time with her."
He backed off, still holding the sweater.
"I know that may not stop you. If you continue to meet with her... at least go through the effort to make her look like she belongs with you. Dress her up. Do refined activities. Don't slouch."
“But—“
She stops
“Yes father.. can I at least have it back? I won’t wear it..”
"No. It is unbecoming. If Stanley found it rather than me-"
He cut himself off and cleared his throat.
"Ask her to make you a better one. Get her... not dirt cheap materials. Then, maybe you can keep that one."
“But it was a birthday present!”
"Are you back talking me?"
“And what if I am? You never let me have friends that you don’t choose anyways!”
"I'm not choosing them for you, I'm telling you the viable options. If you fail to get along with any of them... that's on you, Rin."
“If you aren’t choosing them just let me choose! It’s always about “reputation” with you! I’m 16!”
"If you want to be in this family act like it."
He snapped.
"And if you don't? If I've wasted my time on you? See yourself out and to the nearest firehouse."
She freezes and looks down
“Yes..father..”
"I don't mean to be harsh, dear, but being in this family comes with... certain obligations."
