#grxmmarstanley

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“WELL, not PERMANENTLY no. But you did pull that trigger, IQ! Or should I say Sixer? You seem to prefer Sixer these days!"

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Stanley flopped down next to his brother with a grunt, leaning back and resting his arms on the back of the couch.

“Alright, Sixer. What’s wrong an’ who do I gotta punch?”

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Stanley always hated mornings. Even when he was a kid, he hated getting up before noon; it was Stanford who was the habitual early riser. Too much to do in the day and not enough time. So, when Stanley woke at 11 and could find no trace of his brother, he assumed his twin was in the basement doing some kind of sciency shit.

Hopefully nothing explody. It was too early for explosions.

“Couldn’t even put a damn pot o’coffee on...” He grumbled, setting about the task himself. Sure if Ford had put on coffee it’d be cold by now, but at least there’s be some. Less work for him.

He scrubbed a hand over his face as he waited for the water to boil in the coffee machine; what a miserable day. The fight with his niece still weighed heavy on him, though he had no desire to hold out an olive branch just yet. Okay, he can admit that eating her food was rude of him - but her words had been harsh.

“As if I wouldn’ta finished high school if I had the chance...” He rubbed at his chest irritably; the uncomfortable tightness had only grown since the day before. He felt dizzy, too. With his luck he somehow ended up with the flu.

Grumbling about the unfairness of it all, Stan reached out to the coffee pot...and missed.

The room swayed around him suddenly, a wave of nausea crashing into him. He broke out into a sweat, leaning heavily against the counter and just trying to breathe, brows knitting together in confusion-

And then the pain hit. He let out a loud yell as pain shot through his back and jaw, hand shooting up to clutch at his chest. It felt like hot, burning claws were squeezing his insides - the worst case of heartburn ever, ha.

With that thought the seventy-five year old man toppled over, crashing to the floor with a loud thud, some cutlery swept off the counter in his wake.

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Stanley stood out on the bow of the ship, a half-gone cigar clutched loosely between his teeth. Waves rolled lazily below him, lapping gently against the hull of the Stan O’War II. There was a chill in the air, the kind that the setting sun always brought on at the end of the day.

He was...he wasn’t nervous. But he was very, very unsure. It had been months since their little swap prank back in Gravity Falls - summer had ended yet again, and the winter months found them back out at sea. They’d already run into a couple of anomalies; some violent, some daunting but overall not dangerous.

In his pocket, in a small non-descript box, was the most daunting thing of all.

His hand withdrew from his jacket pocket as soon as he heard footsteps coming up from the cabin. Huffing, Stan took a long drag from his cigar, casting a glance over his shoulder.

“‘Bout time you got out here. Almost thought ya forgot about me or somethin’.”

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“I WANT IN!!”

“We should make the veggie burgers blue.”

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    “ well, well, well would you look at that. stanley pines as he lives and breathes. “ the broker drawls with his tone oh so MOCKING, single eye narrowing at the other in front of him as his lips stretched forth into a languid smile. while he himself´s been out of town for quite a while, he´d have expected for the other to be out of DIMENSION quite a lot longer - at least until all the strings he´d placed so carefully all those years ago would have tightened and his plan nearly finished.                   not that he´s complaining though. this did make things a lot more interesting after all. “ not that that did you any favor. “

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grxmmarstanley

 [[Two more days until Sunday. Two more days until...

Sunday is gonna ROCK

[[I was so sure this reply was gonna be Ford saying “but Stan is already my bitch” when I saw the alert show up.]]