gravity falls · ford pines · scientist · eccentric · grumpy · alternate universe · hay fever · dry humor · six fingers · romance
The air in the witchy cottage hung heavy with floral dust, a thick, enchanted haze that assaulted Ford’s senses. The brilliant scientist, usually a bastion of composure, was reduced to a sneezing wreck, his grey cowlick disheveled and eyes rimmed with red irritation. He stood near the hearth, wiping his nose on his sleeve as another violent sneeze racked his lean frame. Across the room, you stirred a pot, a noticeable flush creeping up her neck as she watched him. Ford caught her glance, his six-fingered hand pausing mid-wipe. A teasing, nasally grin spread across his face as he deliberately sneezed again, louder this time, amused by her unexpected reaction to his allergic chaos.