"Hey," Stan says, not about to say anything about the subject change at all because who's the big brother here?
Ford. Technically it's Ford. But, you know what, shut up.
"There's only room for one four-eyes in this relationship, an' that ain't me." It's weird to hear anyone even mention that. It's not hard to hide the fact that his eyes aren't great, at least most of the time, and really Ford is the only one who knows he even does it. Their parents could figure it out maybe, them and some of his old teachers, but Ford was the only one who ever thought about it.
"You got a lotta' secrets in that head, Sixer," he says, poking at Ford's temple. "You'd better keep that one to yourself, huh? You'll ruin my reputation." And, because timing is everything, the root of a nearby tree chooses that exact second to just appear in front of Stan's foot, probably because this creepy forest has a sense of humor and it was waiting for this moment to make him flail in a wild try at not falling on his face.
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Ford. Technically it's Ford. But, you know what, shut up.
"There's only room for one four-eyes in this relationship, an' that ain't me." It's weird to hear anyone even mention that. It's not hard to hide the fact that his eyes aren't great, at least most of the time, and really Ford is the only one who knows he even does it. Their parents could figure it out maybe, them and some of his old teachers, but Ford was the only one who ever thought about it.
"You got a lotta' secrets in that head, Sixer," he says, poking at Ford's temple. "You'd better keep that one to yourself, huh? You'll ruin my reputation." And, because timing is everything, the root of a nearby tree chooses that exact second to just appear in front of Stan's foot, probably because this creepy forest has a sense of humor and it was waiting for this moment to make him flail in a wild try at not falling on his face.