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[loungelizard]

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Hi there! You've reached the ansafone of Larry Laffer.
If this is a booty call, please hang up and try again until I pick up.
Otherwise, leave a message at the beep
and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!

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[meteorman]

Yeah. This is some nice levity. Ford laughs along, glad to have deflected the conversation back onto himself rather than away. Somehow, for once, that feels safer.

"No, that's true. In that case the accomplishment comes more from the way that you react." More specifically, the consistent positive feedback. He thrives on it and that, too, he probably wears on his sleeve more than he really intends. "There's more than one way to measure a job well done."

It's not purely that, of course. There's a deeper layer there. But he doesn't entirely know how to say 'I crave those moments where I can turn my brain off and stop thinking about anything except what's immediately happening, and when I don't have a partner to focus on, something huge up my ass is the next best thing'. He got a little close to it a long time ago when he said that he liked to be fucked hard enough to forget his times table, but that can be played off as a joke. Nothing serious. Certainly not indicative of anything deeper.

[loungelizard]

How he reacts? Huh, that's an interesting perspective! Larry dwells on it for a moment, twisting his chair this way and that with an idle foot. It makes a lot of sense, actually! That's what Larry gets out of sex, that's for sure: the companionship, the intimacy, the shared moment. Anything touching his dick feels good, but it's close, passionate sex that he wants the most.

It doesn't really come as much of a surprise. They frequently fall on the same wavelength unintentionally, and this just happens to be one of them.

"Good to know!" he chirps contentedly. This is all the information he wanted, right? "I'll keep it in mind," he says, turning back to his computer and finally getting to play some of that game.

A couple days later, it's too hot to have the windows open. Everything's shut up tight and the air conditioner is chugging to try to keep things comfortable, but it also means that it's blowing directly on Larry while he works...and that's why he's swaddled himself in blankets despite it being near 100 outside.

He's so close. He's so close to release. Just these handful of bugs left and he can release it into the world and they can start making money off of it. He's equal parts impatient and overly cautious. It kind of sucks having to be your own client.

Larry yawns as he waits for yet another progress bar to fill, the conversation from a few days ago nowhere near his brain in this moment.

[meteorman]

Now long-done with thumbnailing, Ford should be working on the pages proper so they have something other than just the one comic to entice new readers in. He isn't. It isn't that it's too hot to get anything done. It's that he's been preoccupied working on something else, something that's been taking a lot more of his brainpower than drawing human-on-harpy sex.

He doesn't always know the best way to address an issue. In fact he's at the point where he expects that his first instinct for solving a problem is just as likely to get him in trouble. He's also learned that with Larry, it pays to to follow that first instinct because 'absurd and inadvisable' is sort of the name of the game where they're both concerned. When he sees that Larry's a point where his progress is at the mercy of a progress bar, he senses it's his opportunity to butt in.

"Do you have a moment to look something over for me?"

He plops a stack of papers onto the desk before Larry can actually answer. The top paper in the stack seems to be a title page, but this isn't a script for another comic to add to the library. Instead the page reads:

On Digital Anal Insertion, in Defense of Allowing One's Boyfriend to Give a Practical Demonstration
Dr. Stanford F. Pines, PhD¹²

[loungelizard]

Larry is more than happy to have a distraction from watching a loading bar. He pops up in his seat when Ford approaches.

"Yea--oh!"

He gives the packet of papers a surprised stare as it practically instantly manifests before him. "Is this something you want to publish?" he asks, as he leans over to pick it up--without having read the title yet.

When he does, he gives it a thoughtful pause.

"Hmm..."

He starts carefully reading through it.

For most of it, he has no idea that Ford is referring to Larry as the "case study" for "previous negative experiences" until enough of the little details add up in his mind about three-quarters of the way through. He continues through it, because heck, he's come this far already...and he does get a kick out of all of these graphs and figures that are, when not informative, hilarious and cheeky.

When he finishes reading it, Larry closes the packet of papers and puts them back on his desk. He looks up at Ford with a smile on his face.

"Well, it seems like you have a pretty solid foundation. Buuuuut... I think you need more, eh, scientific and quantifiable evidence to support your claim."

He giggles.