How could this happen? (afterparty)

[folkscallmewander]

[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

Comments

[sixfingeredstan]

[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.]

[toogoodforhim]

[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.

[sixfingeredstan]

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.]

[toogoodforhim]

[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.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[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.]

[toogoodforhim]

[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.

[sixfingeredstan]

[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.

[toogoodforhim]

[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.]

[sixfingeredstan]

Yes, we are. Rest assured.

[He tips his head toward Lefou.]

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

[toogoodforhim]

[He might cry.

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

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

[sixfingeredstan]

[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.

[toogoodforhim]

["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!

[sixfingeredstan]

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!!]

[toogoodforhim]

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.