MLB Incorrect Quotes: The Bet
*Gabriel makes a long, fancy speech*
Nathalie: You rely too much on long words, Mr Agreste. I bet you couldn’t restrict yourself to single syllable words for more than half an hour.
Gabriel: How much do you bet?
Nathalie: *raises eyebrows* You … actually want to take me up on that?
Gabriel: Why not? Afraid you’ll lose?
Nathalie: Not at all.
Gabriel: Well then. The terms?
Nathalie: The loser has to buy the winner dinner.
Gabriel: And you must play as well.
Nathalie: Me?
Gabriel: Yes, you. The one who can last the longest wins.
Nathalie: You’re on.
*shake hands*
~*~
Marinette: … and she spent the day singing “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!”
Adrien: *laughs* That’s refreshing.
Marinette: What?
Adrien: Things are a bit weird at home at the moment. I feel like I’m living in a talking clock.
Marinette: Why?
Adrien: I’ll show you.
*enter house*
Adrien: Father? Nathalie?
Gabriel and Nathalie: *exit atelier* Yes?
Adrien: Say hello to Marinette.
Nathalie: *nods politely*
Gabriel: Hi … miss. Son, why is your friend here?
Adrien: I invited her in.
Gabriel: I did not give—say you could have a friend round.
Adrien: If you can tell her you don’t give permission and to exit immediately, then she’ll be happy to leave.
Gabriel: … She can stay.
Adrien: Thanks, Father.
Marinette: … ?
Adrien: So, been working hard all day?
Gabriel: Most of it, yes.
Adrien: Designed anything interesting?
Gabriel: Yes.
Adrien: What, specifically?
Gabriel: … No.
Marinette: Okay, I give up. What’s going on?
Adrien: Nathalie made the mistake of betting Father he couldn’t restrict himself to single syllable words as long as she could.
Marinette: Oh. How long has this lasted so far?
Nathalie: Three days. It turns out we’re both quite good.
Marinette: Oh, boy.
Adrien: They can’t even call each other by name. It’s quite entertaining. But can get tedious after hours of it.
Marinette: So what do you say when you need to get the other’s attention?
Nathalie: *pointing at Gabriel* Sir.
Marinette: Right, should have guessed that.
Adrien: She’s lying. I heard her call him Gabe.
Nathalie: Once!
Adrien: Three times, actually. And you, Father?
Gabriel: Nat.
Adrien: If you keep this up long enough, you’ll have permanent nicknames for each other. That’s adorable.
Marinette: What do they call you?
Gabriel: Son.
Nathalie: Ade.
Marinette: Aw. A new nickname for you too.
Adrien: Yeah, I rather like it.
~*~
Nathalie: Would you like a drink, sir?
Gabriel: Yes, please. Could you fetch me a—oh.
Nathalie: *sweetly* A what?
Gabriel: The one which is not tea.
Nathalie: Hmm. You will have to have to help me out with that one. It is far too wide a field.
Gabriel: The hot drink which is not tea or—a drink form of a food that can come in a bar form.
Nathalie: Mulled wine? It is not quite the time of year for it.
Gabriel: No, not mulled wine. I would like the drink that is made from a bean and is not … choc.
Nathalie: I think I know which drink you mean, but to be sure, I will still have to hear you ask for it by name.
Gabriel: …
Gabriel: Fine. I would like tea, please.
~*~
Adrien: Father, Nathalie?
Gabriel: What now, son?
Adrien: I’ve been given a form from school I need to fill in. Can you help me?
Nathalie: Of course. What do you need from us?
Adrien: Your occupations.
Gabriel: … You know my … job.
Adrien: Do I? I think I need reminding.
Gabriel: …
Gabriel: Clothes … man.
Adrien: And you, Nathalie?
Nathalie: …
Nathalie: …
Nathalie: …
Nathalie: … Slave.
Gabriel: *gives her an outrageous look* That’s the best you could come up with?
Nathalie: I would like to see you try!
Adrien: Clothes man and slave. Yeah, that won’t raise any eyebrows at all.
~*~
Marinette: Is the bet over yet?
Adrien: Nope. They’re both way too good and way too competitive. I’ve started deliberately trying to trip them up, but it’s not working.
Marinette: How are they even doing their jobs properly? Anyone who talks to them on the phone or over a video call must be so confused. They can’t even say their own names.
Adrien: They’re both pretending to be ill.
Marinette: Wow.
Adrien: Yeah. For two workaholics, that’s dedication in the extreme.
~*~
Cat Noir: *comes in after an akuma attack*
Cat Noir: Claws in. *transforms back into Adrien*
Adrien: *goes downstairs*
Nathalie: … need to email the photocopy before four o’clock.
Adrien: Oh! You’ve finally finished playing. Thank goodness for that! Who won?
Gabriel: No-one yet.
Adrien: But Nathalie just said—
Nathalie: We mutually agreed to press pause while—er—we got some vital work done.
*clock strikes*
Gabriel: Nathalie—
Nathalie: Hah! I won!
Gabriel: What? We pressed pause!
Nathalie: If you recall we agreed to press pause until the first time the clock struck the hour after we’d finished—our first task.
Gabriel: *groans* Fine, you win. On a technicality.
Gabriel: Best of three?
Adrien: Try that game again, ever, and I’m moving in with Nino.
Nathalie: Nice try. His family have cockatiels. You remember how much you were sneezing when you came home from his house last time?
Adrien: I’ll move in with Marinette.
Gabriel: I don’t think her parents would approve, do you?
Adrien: I’ll … bribe Hawk Moth into making his next akuma ban monosyllabic words.
Gabriel: *suddenly suspiciously interested* Bribe him with what?
Nathalie: *elbows him*
Adrien: Good point. I will … er …
Gabriel: In your own time.
Adrien: I will get Chloé to get her father to legally change your names to Hawk Moth and Mayura.
Gabriel and Nathalie: …
Gabriel: Fine. Nathalie won.
Nathalie: You owe me a dinner.
Gabriel: If I must. Adrien, care to accompany us to McDonalds?
Nathalie: What?
Gabriel: You didn’t specify what kind of dinner.
Nathalie: You are such a sore loser!
Adrien: I’ll come! I’ve never had McDonalds before!
Nathalie: To clarify, you’re paying for all of it? Even Adrien’s?
Gabriel: Yes. Why?
Nathalie: … No reason.
~*~
*later at McDonalds*
Gabriel: I am never making a bet with Nathalie again.
Adrien: It was very kind of you to buy my entire class dinner, Father.
Gabriel: I couldn’t really refuse after Nathalie called them all to offer them a free meal. And didn’t tell me she had until they all turned up expecting one.
~*~
Greatly evolved from the original (source: Cabin Pressure), as I find happens when I do incorrect quotes! Though this is quite an extreme example! I might turn this into a proper fanfiction at some point as well …
I had to look up “mulled” and “clothes” to make sure they were monosyllabic, because I wasn’t entirely sure. They are, according to howmanysyllables dot com.
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[Entrapdak] Research into Horde tech
The next parts of this Post → → My first Entrapdak
I drew really hard to complete this series becaus I was extremely slow at work, and lacked cofidence in myself....and so on.... But I think this work is not bed
I hope you everyone enjoy it and shipping Entrapdak
He must has to endure her passion. that's sounds beautiful...✨
And this is a more hardful process to him
Even I drew a cartoon. It's been a long time since to most recent. I never do that again..perhaps... anyway,
He remind afraid and painful moment while conected to cables
I was very worried about this... Actually, this is my basic drawing style, but too much differnte from my usual works... particularly in expressing a human face. I can't explain it exactly... these are more simple and close to Super deforme. But I want to she seems gorgeous and majestic more than cute. So I let it as it is~
once again I hope you everyone enjoy it
and shipping Entrapdak. Seriously.
P.S. In-depth consideration for the clothes of Horde clones
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An aspect of Entrapdak that I think is so important, even instrumental in their bond forming and strengthening as it did, is that Entrapta and Hordak are interested in one another for reasons beyond the utilitarian.
Entrapta’s “friends” only appear to really show interest in her when they want something from her. The Princesses never take any real interest in her: they never seem to want to discuss tech with her, or to listen to her tell them about her discoveries or her studies. Bow supposedly does, but the show never really expands upon this. Rather, even he seems to consider (when planning a rescue mission, no less!) what Entrapta can do for them, should they interact with her.
Catra is much the same, though in a more predatory way: she goes so far as to feign interest, but it isn’t genuine. It remains firmly in the realm of giving Entrapta enough attention to make her agreeable to provide some sort of service or weapon. Scorpia is actually the closest to providing Entrapta true companionship, but she’s not very tech-savvy and thus cannot socialize with Entrapta about her favored topic. And she is really too busy with her pining over Catra to be a real, dedicated friend to her until season four.
Hordak is treated in a similar fashion. Now, he admittedly puts up very strong walls to prevent anyone from getting even remotely close to him, but those (other than Entrapta) who try? As far as we can tell, they do so for status, for power, for their own selfish reasons. Catra is our best example of this: for the majority of season two, she strives to prove herself to Hordak, to earn his trust, in order to prove her own worth to Shadow Weaver. She doesn’t care about him; she cares about what being close to him can do for her. And, of course, as the seasons continue, she manipulates and uses him more and more.
One can pretty easily assume that Shadow Weaver was similar to this, back when she was his second him command. Doubtless she sought the role to gain power, not to befriend a wayward Horde clone.
The end result of this is that both Hordak and Entrapta seem very accustomed to having friends and subordinates and just… essentially everyone around them only interacting with them when they need something. Or want something. Or have some sort of practical, ulterior motive.
And while their own relationship sort of starts out in a similar way (Hordak using Entrapta for her engineering skills; Entrapta using Hordak for his tech), it quickly develops into something more. Hordak and Entrapta care about one another; not for any utilitarian reason, but because they trust one another and share interests and really just like one another.
Hordak legitimately enjoys seeing Entrapta happy. He shares the same technological interests she does and delights in listening to her convey her ideas. And not in the “what can this do for me?” way that Catra does, but in a sincerely engaged manner. He cares about Entrapta-the-person being happy, not just Entrapta-the-engineer being useful to him. There’s no practical reason, for example, for him to secretly smile at her delight over the portal potentially working: he really appears to simply enjoy the sight of her wonder.
There is likewise no practical reason for him to show any concern about her labeling herself a failure, or any such reason for him to want to fully show his appreciation for his new armor via awkward declarations: in these moments, he cares first and foremost about her emotions, about her feeling valued and appreciated and happy.
For her part, Entrapta not only lacks interest in climbing the ranks via Hordak’s authority, she expresses interest in Hordak himself: his origins, his situation, his physical well-being. No one else does this: everyone else attempting to get close to him has a personal motive for doing so and has absolutely no interest in Hordak as anything more than a superior who can grant them more authority. No one cares that he is an actual space alien. No one cares about who he is, or what he is doing beyond how it affects them.
It is Entrapta who expresses interest in these things. It is Entrapta who looks after him when his physical illness becomes too much for him to bear alone, and it is Entrapta who resolves to help him with that illness for no real personal gain. She genuinely enjoys seeing him happy and well, just as he does her.
This is one of the most basic aspects of their relationship that I find so honestly wholesome: here are two people, so accustomed to all relationships in their lives having some sort of motive or purpose, finally finding someone who just enjoys being around them. No favors asked. No goal sought. No being nice to get something in return.
It’s such a simple thing to say, but I so appreciate that they have actual interest in one another beyond practical implications. I appreciate that they just like one another.
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