#icon tba whenever i get a chance tomorrow lol

[fxrdpines]

Euclidian. The word is almost immediately jotted down into the journal. A similar enough naming scheme to the Exwhylians - though while clearly their world's naming scheme related to the cartesian coordinate system, this world clearly more simply lined up with euclidean geometry. An interesting thing to note. Were there a collective of 2D-worlds and their inhabitants named similarly, or was this just a coincidence? There was no time to dwell on it any further, as soon enough Bill was yanking his younger self away, right in the middle of talking

This was a once in a chance opportunity. He wasn't going to let it pass on by him.

Ford felt himself scoff at the nosy comment - as if Bill of all people cared about that for anyone else given his track record- before quickly following behind - and moving to grab the other hand of the younger Bill's. "Seems like your present self doesn't want the two of us speaking. But I think it would be productive for us both to keep speaking regardless. What's another question you have?" His smile is strained somewhat, and he fixed his brown steely glare onto the present Bill, lids slightly narrowed. Without his powers... well, Ford's pretty sure if he wanted to, he could punt him across the field right now. One that was long over-due, frankly enough. Though it would probably be satisfying to do so, even if it wouldn't be conducive to any questions he may have for the younger Bill. So even if the temptation was there, he'd refrain. For now. An opportunity to learn about Bill should have felt like the best thing in the world for the other Stanford as well. To know his species name was already a rare piece of information he wouldn't have had without this specific situation. In all This felt... wrong though. Warped, in a way that he couldn't quite put into simple words. After all, this was not like when Bill had shown him the singular speck that was left of his old dimension. This was something that was clearly unwanted - forced even. How must Bill be feeling, having to face his past face-to-face like this - and hearing about his home dimension, knowing what ultimately happened to it? While he wouldn't absolutely presume to know the other Ford's feelings, with only being able to take a stab in the dark over what caused this rift.

Whatever event had taken place had to be significant enough to disregard ... future? Present (a rather disturbing thought to be having, considering what that meant for himself) ... Bill. and keep on pressing regardless of how the triangle may have felt about it one way or another. "Maybe some things shouldn't be pressed," Stanford said, coming to his older self's side - and earning himself a stray glare.

At least there's one Sixer here who's willing to listen. Hopefully. It's a battle of his loyalty and his desire for knowledge - and, more enticingly, knowledge about him - he'd like to say he'd win out on that front, but he can't quite be certain. He's less worried about him learning anything though, considering he's fairly sure nothing should transfer. He can just disappear at the end of this conversation and anything learned can go right with him. Even if part of him would like it to last a little longer, considering he hasn't seen Sixer look at him with that genuine admiration in so long. He probably won't again. The thought is pathetic - he smothers it as quickly as it appears, and tells himself he just misses how malleable he used to be. Not a lie, but half truths are his favorite anyways, aren't they? At least he believes that the new scars are just a fashion statement. If he bought that so easily, keeping him on his side here should be easy.

As for the current, harder to pry away Sixer - the fact he's smiling at all, even if it's hesitant, is infuriating. He knows exactly why that is; he's excited to pick him apart. It's something of a hobby for Sixer, and he's not unaware of it - he knows that he'd toyed with the idea of.. finding his home dimension when he was dimension hopping, he knows that Sixer knows things about him, and in the back of his mind, keeps those those puzzle pieces on hand. That's fine. What he takes issue with is the opportunity to actually put any of those together. He was never supposed to gain that, and the scathing look given to him as Sixer glances his way says as much. He would never willingly give up those answers, and he never wanted him to have them.

So of course, he continues anyways, and his younger self is all too eager to respond.

"A HUMAN BEING? HUH. WEIRD! I LIKE IT. WELL, MINE ISN'T AS INTERESTING AS A HUMAN BEING - I'M A EUCLIDIAN, IF YOU WANNA BE FANCY ABOUT IT, OR A SHAPE IF YOU DON'T! AND WE - HEY!"

They're abruptly pulled away as Bill successfully grabs them at the wrist, pulling them further away from Sixer. If one was paying attention, he seemed.. oddly troubled at the word Euclidian. Enough so that the smaller one managed to get more than that out, but he wasn't intent on letting anything more than that slip. He's quite literally dragging the other further away, even if they dig their heels into the ground, clearly upset that he’s acting this way - why can’t he just talk to him, he’s spent his whole life waiting for this chance, LET HIM GO ,

“WELL, THIS HAS BEEN FUN, BUT I THINK THAT’S MORE THAN ENOUGH! SMART GUY, YOU SHOULD DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND MAKE SURE YOU DON’T TURN OUT LIKE HIM - YOU'RE JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF NOSY, AND HE'S TOO NOSY FOR HIS OWN GOOD."

Very much a backhanded insult, while trying to be subtle enough about it to not make the other too tipped off to.. everything. Either way, he's not letting this go on any longer! He's walking off with the other, ignoring any protests along the way.