I just felt like writing something real quick. No story or anything, just a morning with Ford. Short. Has kissing (Nothing really bad though, Its not like, inappropriate making out or something.) And that's basically it.

It had been almost a year since Stanford, Stanley, and (y/n) started sailing around the world on the Stan 'o' war 2. Stanford and Stanley rarely ever fought anymore. But today was different. Stanley couldn't even remember why they were fighting anymore. All he could remember was that in his anger, he let the single word that he never thought he'd call his twin slip out of his mouth.