Ford stares at Stan. Once the subject of Bona Lisa passes there's not even a flicker of interest in the magic candle. This... is strange. And not even Stan's baseline level of strange. This is strange for even by Stan's standards.
[Huh. Ford doesn't usually catch on that fast. It actually seems to trip Stan up for a second - he clearly didn't think he was going to get called out on this so directly.]
Pfft. No?
[He has his arms crossed though, and he won't look Ford in the eye when denying it. He doesn't even offer up a good excuse, really - or at all.]
...but, uh. If none of that interests you, I got some rocks from that raffle thing? I dunno if they're the real deal or Ma's bullshit crystals but you prolly would--
[And now he's rummaging in his pocket like he didn't get called out at all. Second time's the charm, right?]
[Stan huffs, as if he's somehow the one who should be offended here. So fucking rude of Ford not to fall for his bullshit.]
There's nothing else to tell, okay?! I said the thing, and that's all there is!
[Obviously!!!]
I mean, what, do you want me to sit here and cry about it? Maybe try and remember the bedtime story I told them, or what flavor cake I let them eat for dinner?! Come on!
[ Ford lets out a sigh that's more of a growl than anything, then surges to his feet. ]
Forget it, Stanley!
[ And then he storms past Stan and towards the basement stairs. He's not so upset that he doesn't realize how storming off might seem, however, so he adds: ]
Thanks for sharing!
[ ... Though he is too upset to realize how sarcastic that sounds ]
[See, this?? This is why he doesn't share! There's no point in it if it's just going to make people pissed off at him, or whatever!]
YOU'RE WELCOME!
[It's absolutely sarcastic on Stan's end, because he can hear how it sounds coming from Ford. He huffs and crosses his arms and........realizes he's still in the basement lab, alone. So with an equally annoyed sigh, he pushes himself up out of the chair and heads upstairs. Hopefully Ford's either taken a walk or is willing to just move on, because that's the only direction to really go in.]
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Ford stares at Stan. Once the subject of Bona Lisa passes there's not even a flicker of interest in the magic candle. This... is strange. And not even Stan's baseline level of strange. This is strange for even by Stan's standards.
No, wait. It's not strange. It's deliberate. ]
Stanley. Are you trying to change the subject?
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Pfft. No?
[He has his arms crossed though, and he won't look Ford in the eye when denying it. He doesn't even offer up a good excuse, really - or at all.]
...but, uh. If none of that interests you, I got some rocks from that raffle thing? I dunno if they're the real deal or Ma's bullshit crystals but you prolly would--
[And now he's rummaging in his pocket like he didn't get called out at all. Second time's the charm, right?]
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What do you mean, 'no'?! Yes you are!
[ He throws his own hands in the air. ]
I don't want to see your rocks, Stanley! We were talking about the memory!
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There's nothing else to tell, okay?! I said the thing, and that's all there is!
[Obviously!!!]
I mean, what, do you want me to sit here and cry about it? Maybe try and remember the bedtime story I told them, or what flavor cake I let them eat for dinner?! Come on!
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Forget it, Stanley!
[ And then he storms past Stan and towards the basement stairs. He's not so upset that he doesn't realize how storming off might seem, however, so he adds: ]
Thanks for sharing!
[ ... Though he is too upset to realize how sarcastic that sounds ]
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YOU'RE WELCOME!
[It's absolutely sarcastic on Stan's end, because he can hear how it sounds coming from Ford. He huffs and crosses his arms and........realizes he's still in the basement lab, alone. So with an equally annoyed sigh, he pushes himself up out of the chair and heads upstairs. Hopefully Ford's either taken a walk or is willing to just move on, because that's the only direction to really go in.]