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[14thcommander]

It's Hange, Hange, Hange! Were you looking for me? I'll get back to you posthaste. Or when it's convenient.

[ communicator & actionspam it's all good ]

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[mothmansplaining]

[Well, he's also worried at times that because of his origins, he's so out of step with what everyone else understands implicitly that he might as well be insane. Being told he had no normal human empathy rattled him deeply in a way that hit him in every bruise from every time he'd been called a freak and made him doubt his very humanity! So, Ford's turned his energy to compensating for the deficiency by being as careful not to hurt people as he can be. Development?? It's just the results that matter anyway, right?]

Thank you.

Was there anything else you wanted to know? I'm an open book!

Possibly literally. They chose my coat and sweater color to match a journal I wrote that they introduced earlier in the story, before they'd decided what I was going to be like.

[14thcommander]

You know, I’m very sure there is, but I think I’ve grilled you enough for now.

[Ha ha. Foooord. What an odd duck, but plenty of people have called Hange a freak over the years; she can’t judge him for that. In fact, she prefers the strange.]

Thanks for taking an interest. I appreciate your kindness towards Betelgeuse and answering my questions.

[mothmansplaining]

[He'd like to think he's embraced his weirdness, that it's a part of his identity he's proud of, or at least not ashamed of. He'd like to think that, like Hange, he prefers it! Unfortunately, it can still be used to hurt him bad, if someone has a mind to.

He sets the tea down and extends a six-fingered hand for Hange to shake.]

You're welcome. Good luck out there.

[14thcommander]

[Hange has a firm, not brutal, grip, and keeps hold of his hand after the shake so she can turn his hand and look over the six fingers with mild interest. Polydactyly, neat, don't see that too much.]

Thanks. To you as well.

[mothmansplaining]

[He startles slightly when she keeps hold of his hand. Knee-jerk response, when a normal-human-looking person notices his hands are unusual. However, he resolutely lets her examine it.]

I've got six toes, too! But you had better take my word for it -- I've been wearing these boots all day.

[14thcommander]

[Far be it for Hange to not take a mile when granted an inch: she has a hand free, and uses it to probe the bone structure briefly. Neat.

Ford gets a slight smile.]

I will take your word for it. [Another moment and she releases him, he's free.] I'm sure we'll chat again, Stanford.

[mothmansplaining]

[He laughs a little out of ticklish reflex when she pokes at the tendons and joints. Wow he had no idea that was ticklish? But he only really relaxes when she releases his hand and when it isn't followed by an expression of disgust. Even being briefly made king of the Finger Dimension doesn't undo the times girls freaked out or called him names.]

Oh, I'm positive we will. I'd bet we wouldn't be able to avoid one another if we tried!

[14thcommander]

[Stanford Pines wound up being unexpectedly charming. Hange can't help but smile.]

I'm going to be here a while longer. [She likes the beach a lot.] Feel free to roam around, or carry on with your day if that's what you wish.

[mothmansplaining]

I had better go. I have much work to do. Transdimensional boats don't build themselves, not even in the Boat Dimension!

[14thcommander]

You're building an interdimensional boat...? [Hey... that sounds awesome]

No, no, I've kept you long enough, I'll ask later.