foolishmortals | How could this happen? (afterparty)

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How could this happen? (afterparty)

[Wander has reeled back from this execution faster than Mulan's. This murder wasn't an accident, but it was still terrible all around, and it wouldn't have happened under normal circumstances. Knowing that Tadashi planned this out made it...a bit better, but it still made something awful eat at his stomach.

Speaking of which, everyone needed to eat something light today. Right after the trial, he heads to the kitchen and prepares twenty bowls of fruit salad and mixes together ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. While they're cooling off, he slides a note under everyone's rooms.]

There's fruit in the lounge, cookies coming soon. We should stick together, especially after this.

♥ Wander

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[He makes a soft sound that's almost a laugh.]

I think we all look like we've been run over by a plowhorse, tonight.

Agreed. [Not that he'd put it in those words, exactly, but the meaning is clear.]

I want to thank you, for...for comforting Naminé during the trial. She shouldn't have had to witness any of that.

[If Ford had been any closer, he'd have done it himself, but it's good to see that she has others she can rely on, too.]

[She had to run across the circle to get to him but. Yeah. She went straight to him and what was he going to do, tell her no?]

I agree. It's...almost too much for me to watch, I know it must be hard on her.

It's—

[Ford cuts off, shaking his head, his eyes pressed shut.]

These are children. They're making children go through this. Making them die.

[He exhales sharply. He doesn't want to rehash this again but it's eating at him.]

I...also want to apologize, if it seemed like I doubted you earlier. I just...we needed to be thorough. We almost let the culprit slip through the cracks for a lack of thoroughness.

[Lefou looks up at him in surprise at the apology.]

...I understand. I get it, really. Sorry I was, um. Reluctant. It was just...

Maybe next time we should split off so that the girls don't have to see.

[Ford holds up a hand.]

It's alright. Understandable. You're not the only one with a few scars. But you're probably right; assuming there will be a next time, we'll have to think ahead.

[His face takes on a tiny bit of mischief.]

That's quite the mark you've got there.

[Oh

My god

He looks like he's suddenly praying for the earth to swallow him whole.]

It's from a- a wrestling match.

Oh, of course.

[Ford gives Lefou a wink.]

I've had a few wrestling matches in my day. Startlingly common injury for a sport that doesn't allow for biting.

[SCREAMING........]

Hah, yeah. It, uh-

[He's turning bright red now, like he's going to combust. And in the smallest, least convincing voice:]

You- you should see the other guy?

[Save this very small, very gay man.]

I'm sure you left your mark, son.

[Here this'll make you feel better: Ford yanks up his turtleneck sweater and undershirt to reveal a very scarred, very muscular torso smattered with a good amount of salt-and-pepper hair. Him tiddy big. He points to a gigantic bite mark that spans most of one pec.]

At least yours didn't almost cost you your life.

[That is absolutely a love bite.]

[Sucks in a breath-

Every last inch of him...]

A-ah, pardon? That-

[Wait no aw man he thought they might be on the same page le damn it]

That's an impressive bite.

[he wants to touch it]

[LEFOU CONFIRMED FOR GAY or at least as far as Ford Pines is concerned. He grins.]

I earned it, too. My wrestling partner was very eager for more of what I was doing.

[He might have lost the metaphor somewhere along the way in that sentence.]

[what was your first clue]

I hope he made it up to you for that.

[You know, unless you got off on that.]

My wrestling partner, uh. Put me in my place.

Oh, he most certainly did.

[Ford's eyebrows raise above the frame of his glasses.]

Did he, now? I certainly hope he asked you before he did. Consent is very important, you know.

[In wrestling.]

[At that, the coy look on his face falters a little bit, just for a second.]

Gaston wasn't really the "asking" type. But he made some very compelling arguments.

[You know, while wrestling.]

[Oh. Oh, no, baby what is you doing?]

Well, be that as it may, just know that you deserve to...to wrestle with someone who takes your wants and needs into account.

[Fuck this metaphor honestly.]

[He smiles.]

Thank you for the thought, M'sieur.

I'm still staggering, I think, under the prospect that there's anyone else out there who likes- ...wrestling, at all.

[Ford chuckles, his shoulders shaking. I should also note that he has not been holding his shirt up this whole entire time probably.]

Oh, Lefou, my boy, there are millions of us. In my time, wrestling is far more common and accepted a practice than I imagine it would be in your time.

[Damn- I mean, probably for the best.

There's something a little like hope, but battered and broken, nearly crushed by six words from the only person he trusted until now. Do you want to be next?]

I- just to be clear, here, we're still using wrestling as code for, um.

[He gestures between them.]

Yes, we are. Rest assured.

[He tips his head toward Lefou.]

We can come up with a different metaphor, if you like.

[He might cry.

He's not going to, but he might.]

What- what do you call it? Being, um, a "confirmed bachelor."

[Ford's smile is one of recognition, and maybe a little fondness.]

That's precisely it. People used that quite a bit in my youth, not so much in the present day, but that works fine by me.

["People use sodomite, where I'm from," he might've said.

For the first time he wants to go somewhere other than home.]

Whew, that's a relief... I'm comfortable with who I am, but I never thought there were...that many others!

I'm glad to hear that. Not everybody is. But I will tell you, we all feel alone at some point in the world. That's why it's so important to surround yourself with like-minded people!

[Like him!!]

There's not that many... "Like-minded people" in Villeneuve. I know what I am, but I'm pretty used to keeping it a secret.

[The smile he gets in return is almost wide enough to show the gap in his teeth.]

It's a surprise to meet a fellow "bachelor" here, of all places.

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