Plans~

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Life was a rather interesting concept for Stanford Pines.

It was certainly something he wasn't afraid to toy around with for science, and that might have been why that dream demon had decided to actually be summoned a while after those incantations were spoken. Or maybe it was the fact that he had trusted the other so easily and was quick to build that machine. Either way, Bill Cipher used the human's weaknesses as advantages. And that might have led to the fall of the one some call Ford.

Sometimes, when the demon had enough power, he'd let himself appear in the real world and show Stanford that most of his predictions were wrong about him projecting himself into the Mindscape. He was all to glad to show that the Mindscape was his realm alone; no other could ever use it for their advantage. Today happened to be one of those days where he'd use that 'vessel' for his advantage.

And to both Stanford and Fiddleford's disadvantage.

The two rather studious humans sat in the kitchen part of the house, Fiddleford plucking a few strands on his banjo, expression pained, and Stanford was reading through his own writing in the journal to check his writing. Didn't need any mistakes, after all.

Fiddleford would occasionally find himself glancing up to look at the other, then mumbling something reminders to himself that he couldn't get his hopes up one bit because of his broken marriage and Bill getting in the way of his advances. Taking a bite of his sandwich with a bit more exterted force than needed, he went back to plucking at that forsaken banjo as if it was his only life source at the moment. Forcing himself to look down at the string instrument itself so he wouldn't stare at Ford again, dark blonde hairs falling in front of his eyes.

Stanford eventually grumbled something incoherent and let go of his pen, letting it fall onto the journal. Running a hand through his hair. It'd need a trim soon. Looking up from his work, his frown deepened at Fiddleford's expression. If only the separation between he and his wife hadn't of caused more problems than there already was. He cleared his throat, hoping to draw attention to himself, but his partner's eyes never left the banjo, as if he was on autopilot. "Fiddleford," he spoke, causing the other to jump slightly at the sound of his name and look up.

"Y-yes?" Fiddleford managed to ask, bringing a hand up to move his hair out of his face. Grey eyes focused on the other.

Stanford sighed, bookmarking his page in the journal and setting his pen to the side. This would be rather awkward to speak of, but it had to be said. "Is... it true? Did she really threaten that divorce?"

A lump started to build up in Fiddleford's throat at the memory of his last conversation with his wife. It wouldn't be a lie to say that the topic had come up. Finally opening his mouth to speak, but deciding against it halfway through the action, he shut his mouth, lips pressing into a thin line.

Did he really have to answer this?

Fiddleford sighed, shaky breaths ensuing not long after. "I... was the one who suggested it, Ford," he admitted, eyes cast down to the ground. This was rather difficult to admit, knowing that he no longer harbored feelings for the one he married and instead held them for his old college friend and colleague.

Ford scowled. He certainly hadn't expected that from Fiddleford at all. Especially since he had come from such a religious family. They'd surely disapprove of the divorce if they were to find out. "Are you sure you don't want to be married to her anymore? I mean, it's a big decision. Not like it's any of my business, of course. You don't have to answer."

"If ya start ta like someone other than your wife, I'm sure ya have a good idea as to if ya shouldn't be married to her anymore," Fiddleford stated, eyebrows furrowing at the statement he had just heard himself speak. Now Ford would be curious about who he admired other than his bewedded.