[ it's weird to watch a guy as broad and built as shiro scramble to make himself visibly smaller. keith sobers somewhat at the sight, taking a pinch of care to neutralize whatever scandalized expression he's wearing. the internal monologue doesn't change much, that said.
wwho put shiro up to this? what's gotten shiro interested in dinosaur porn? when did shiro of all people start thinking filming porn was a good idea? where is that director guy so keith can lodge a formal complaint about solicitation? why is any of this happening?
the questions circle on and on like an vultures over carrion. keith tries to turn off the gears that are looping back around on themselves, but all it takes is another bemused glance at shiro's outfit and a crew member positioning a sound board behind the boom mic for keith to start questioning reality again. he looks a little lost and helpless, truth be told when shiro starts speaking. ]
I'm -- what? I don't have a huge.... [ ridiculously keith actually looks over his shoulder to stare at his short lab coat to see if his ass is showing after all. a beat later, then the doctor part of that registers and keith flushes a deep cherry red. ]
Oh. And you're... [ dr. hugh jass. right. he remembers reading that name, but didn't realize it'd been some stupid porn thing when actually said out loud. shoulders hunching, he looks at his own script and reads further along the page. he doesn't get much further before he's looking up again at shiro with sheer incredulity. ]
...Miles Long.
[ seriously? but before anything else happens, one of the crew members presses a button on the sound board and a series of raptor noises shriek over the sound system. the crew hand gives the director a thumbs up and hollers: ]
omg you did math
wwho put shiro up to this? what's gotten shiro interested in dinosaur porn? when did shiro of all people start thinking filming porn was a good idea? where is that director guy so keith can lodge a formal complaint about solicitation? why is any of this happening?
the questions circle on and on like an vultures over carrion. keith tries to turn off the gears that are looping back around on themselves, but all it takes is another bemused glance at shiro's outfit and a crew member positioning a sound board behind the boom mic for keith to start questioning reality again. he looks a little lost and helpless, truth be told when shiro starts speaking. ]
I'm -- what? I don't have a huge.... [ ridiculously keith actually looks over his shoulder to stare at his short lab coat to see if his ass is showing after all. a beat later, then the doctor part of that registers and keith flushes a deep cherry red. ]
Oh. And you're... [ dr. hugh jass. right. he remembers reading that name, but didn't realize it'd been some stupid porn thing when actually said out loud. shoulders hunching, he looks at his own script and reads further along the page. he doesn't get much further before he's looking up again at shiro with sheer incredulity. ]
...Miles Long.
[ seriously? but before anything else happens, one of the crew members presses a button on the sound board and a series of raptor noises shriek over the sound system. the crew hand gives the director a thumbs up and hollers: ]
Pegasoreass is go, sir!