General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 05:57:46 UTC
XIX. The Possibility of a “Finite” and Yet “Unbounded” Universe
“I really like old stuff.”
Matthew couldn’t help his smile. “I noticed,” he said, swirling his spoon around in the vanilla pudding cup that Mr. Jones insisted he should have. He was a slower eater than Mr. Jones; the matching pudding cup to his own was already empty and perched on the edge of the desk. “Your coat,” he added, nodding toward the bomber jacket draped over the chair.
Mr. Jones grinned, adjusting his glasses. “Yeah, the coat. But also, y’know, Frank Sinatra, old fighter jet models, Donkey Kong, velcro…”
“Superman.”
“Superman isn’t old. He’s timeless.”
Raising an eyebrow, Matthew stuck the spoon in his mouth. He sucked the pudding off of it and thought about how he liked older things, too. Just not in the same way. (And if Mr. Jones ever heard him say he was old, he might cry. He was that kind of guy, after all.)
“I really ought to be teaching you,” Mr. Jones murmured idly, chin propped up on his hand. He was looking at the sunshine spilling through the window, and to be honest, so was Matthew.
“Yeah.”
“Tell me something about yourself, Matthew.”
Oh. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t like things well enough to talk about them, in most cases, and there wasn’t a lot of interesting tidbits to know. Matthew was Matthew. He curled the plastic lid back over the pudding cup, biting his lip. He finally ventured, “I could eat four stacks of pancakes so long as they had syrup on them.”
Mr. Jones blinked and threw him an askance glance. “Seriously,” he said.
“Seriously.”
“That is awesome.”
“I don’t think there’s anything awesome about it…”
“No,” said Dr. Jones, as if he’d never seen Matthew before, “it’s pretty awesome. Hey. Do you wanna go get some pancakes?”
(Looking back, Matthew thought this was where it all started. Not the first day of class, not his failed paper, not when he dragged his drunken professor home-but here, under the blanket of the afternoon sun, with an invitation and two pudding cups and their red spoons left abandoned.)
laksjdlks. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a month. Been trying to keep up with my other WIPs, and then work's crazy, and I'm going on vacation to Japan at the end of the week... But at least I'll have plenty of time to write on the plane, LOL. I hope this stuff's all right.
I've decided to post the sidestory here, but realized it's going to work a lot better if I post it as an interlude after the next few parts. :D Hope you like it when it comes!
Re: General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 12:14:41 UTC
*sneaky sneaks in* >.> <.< >.> *sticks sign on the wall that reads: wdjk;ghsjhsjhfushfrwhhsfw OMG WHAT IS THIS AWESOME THING? WHY DID I NOT SEE IT BEFORE THANK YOU.*
Re: General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 15:42:06 UTC
OA21=T09WJLTJED I MANGED TO MISS PARTS 11 AND 12 AND WAS CONVINCED THIS FILL WAS DEAD. *so happy she was wrong*
The whale. Ffft, the whale. I think that's my new favorite thing ever, next to passed-out-drunk!Alfred. *dances*
Matt hiding when he was a kid is adorable. *wants to hug him* And where the HELL does he put all those pancakes!? I'm built like he is, and I can barely eat three individual pancakes, let alone FOUR STACKS. O-O;;
God, this fill makes my brain melt in, like, ten ways. Simultaniously.
Re: General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 16:03:22 UTC
This story. Is excellent.
The flow from one scene to the next, the gradual build-up of tension between them, the way Alfred seems oblivious to the fact that there is any tension between them.
I have all the parts favourited and I've been checking back (almost) daily. I'm so glad you're writing this! Also: have fun in Japan!
WUT EPIC FAIL
anonymous
April 28 2010, 22:18:19 UTC
... *facepalm*
No, that was a total slip up. And I blame Dr. Bonnefoy, 'cause ever since he came in, I've been writing "Dr. Jones" instead on accident. And when I say it, I say it in that porn-esque voice, all deep and, "Mm-hmmm, Dr. Jones. The doctor of love."
... But Alfred hopes to one day be a Dr. Jones. LIKE INDY. ♥
Re: General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 29 2010, 10:32:58 UTC
Stuffed whale... happy stuffed whale... SO MUCH LOVE!
I love the slow, steady pace of this fic, because it feels like falling in love so gradually that you don`t know what happened until you look back on it and see sunshine and stuffed whales and shared yogurt cups, and they`re all shining like stars. Honestly, so much love for this story and for you. <3
And welcome to Japan! Warning, it`ll be Golden Week when you get here, and it`s CRAZY then!!
Re: General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 30 2010, 04:19:43 UTC
I leave in about six hours... I can't wait! X3 I love Japan so much. I'd live there, if I could get a job.
Thank you so much for the lovely feedback. ♥ So much love for you, too~
I always coordinate my visits with Golden Week, since that's when my friend I stay with has time off. XD I have yet to see a "non-Golden Week" Japan, LOL.
“I really like old stuff.”
Matthew couldn’t help his smile. “I noticed,” he said, swirling his spoon around in the vanilla pudding cup that Mr. Jones insisted he should have. He was a slower eater than Mr. Jones; the matching pudding cup to his own was already empty and perched on the edge of the desk. “Your coat,” he added, nodding toward the bomber jacket draped over the chair.
Mr. Jones grinned, adjusting his glasses. “Yeah, the coat. But also, y’know, Frank Sinatra, old fighter jet models, Donkey Kong, velcro…”
“Superman.”
“Superman isn’t old. He’s timeless.”
Raising an eyebrow, Matthew stuck the spoon in his mouth. He sucked the pudding off of it and thought about how he liked older things, too. Just not in the same way. (And if Mr. Jones ever heard him say he was old, he might cry. He was that kind of guy, after all.)
“I really ought to be teaching you,” Mr. Jones murmured idly, chin propped up on his hand. He was looking at the sunshine spilling through the window, and to be honest, so was Matthew.
“Yeah.”
“Tell me something about yourself, Matthew.”
Oh. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t like things well enough to talk about them, in most cases, and there wasn’t a lot of interesting tidbits to know. Matthew was Matthew. He curled the plastic lid back over the pudding cup, biting his lip. He finally ventured, “I could eat four stacks of pancakes so long as they had syrup on them.”
Mr. Jones blinked and threw him an askance glance. “Seriously,” he said.
“Seriously.”
“That is awesome.”
“I don’t think there’s anything awesome about it…”
“No,” said Dr. Jones, as if he’d never seen Matthew before, “it’s pretty awesome. Hey. Do you wanna go get some pancakes?”
(Looking back, Matthew thought this was where it all started. Not the first day of class, not his failed paper, not when he dragged his drunken professor home-but here, under the blanket of the afternoon sun, with an invitation and two pudding cups and their red spoons left abandoned.)
laksjdlks. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a month. Been trying to keep up with my other WIPs, and then work's crazy, and I'm going on vacation to Japan at the end of the week... But at least I'll have plenty of time to write on the plane, LOL. I hope this stuff's all right.
I've decided to post the sidestory here, but realized it's going to work a lot better if I post it as an interlude after the next few parts. :D Hope you like it when it comes!
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I live in Japan and am going to Korea at the end of the week!:D small world.
Have fun on your trip! Eat lots of mochi!
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And trust me when I say this is always worth the wait. Always.
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very good line.
also, i wish i had a happy whale.
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>.> <.< >.>
*sticks sign on the wall that reads:
wdjk;ghsjhsjhfushfrwhhsfw OMG WHAT IS THIS AWESOME THING? WHY DID I NOT SEE IT BEFORE THANK YOU.*
*sneaks out*
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I don't even like math, but I think I might take physics.
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Why didn't Dr. Bonnefoy stop me...oh Alfred. Have fun in Japan though author!anon.
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The whale. Ffft, the whale. I think that's my new favorite thing ever, next to passed-out-drunk!Alfred. *dances*
Matt hiding when he was a kid is adorable. *wants to hug him* And where the HELL does he put all those pancakes!? I'm built like he is, and I can barely eat three individual pancakes, let alone FOUR STACKS. O-O;;
God, this fill makes my brain melt in, like, ten ways. Simultaniously.
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The flow from one scene to the next, the gradual build-up of tension between them, the way Alfred seems oblivious to the fact that there is any tension between them.
I have all the parts favourited and I've been checking back (almost) daily. I'm so glad you're writing this! Also: have fun in Japan!
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Thank you again, and I sure will! :D
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Forget the whale, I am going to implode. Although I suppose you could call me a very happy little whale too, in the figurative sense...
“No,” said Dr. Jones
Does Alfred have his doctorate and I forgot, or was that a slip up?
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No, that was a total slip up. And I blame Dr. Bonnefoy, 'cause ever since he came in, I've been writing "Dr. Jones" instead on accident. And when I say it, I say it in that porn-esque voice, all deep and, "Mm-hmmm, Dr. Jones. The doctor of love."
... But Alfred hopes to one day be a Dr. Jones. LIKE INDY. ♥
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<3
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I love the slow, steady pace of this fic, because it feels like falling in love so gradually that you don`t know what happened until you look back on it and see sunshine and stuffed whales and shared yogurt cups, and they`re all shining like stars. Honestly, so much love for this story and for you. <3
And welcome to Japan! Warning, it`ll be Golden Week when you get here, and it`s CRAZY then!!
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Thank you so much for the lovely feedback. ♥ So much love for you, too~
I always coordinate my visits with Golden Week, since that's when my friend I stay with has time off. XD I have yet to see a "non-Golden Week" Japan, LOL.
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