Do you want me to call you globular? [How he manages to say this completely casually is a mystery, because it's perhaps the dumbest thing he's ever said out loud in his life. Without missing a beat, he goes on,] I think it's more fun when somebody else helps, at least with the ideas.

[Considering his last great writing piece was scratched miserably onto wallpaper in The Ghost Room, of course he's all about the collabs. And they genuinely are more funny, which helps - he's not going to swing into ghost room talk and bring this whole mood down, but maybe later when they're properly alone, he can explain that particular tidbit.

In any case, if he wasn't already so incredibly head over heels for Viktor, this would do it. Globular ass formula would, in fact, do the trick. He laughs, short and a little rough because if he doesn't stop himself he will just keep laughing, and squeezes his arm more snugly around Viktor's waist. Sir!!!

The ass formula!!]

You've doomed it now! [pffFFFF—] I can't not include formulaic proofs of attraction. 'Globular' is, irrevocably, in.

[Hmm- nope, he's still laughing in little bursts. Good god. Ass formula. It's past even 'Dr. Sex' level.]