[ keith looks younger without his scar. he’s still taller, still wider in the shoulders, and still mature in the face, but he definitely looks younger, less worn from war and life in general. or shiro is simply projecting. he has his own marred skin in an open place, signaling to anyone and everyone that he doesn’t fit within the boundaries of normal. strangely enough, make-up hasn’t matted his nose with foundation. it likely has to do with him playing the part of, what he assumes, is the rugged-looking, highly intense paleontologist. keith is, quite obviously, meant to be the pretty one here. waste of makeup. he’s that even with the scar.
what isn’t pretty? an inflatable dinosaur costume with an attachable dino dong that is being glammed up for reasons shiro can’t even begin to fathom.
shiro tries to put it out of his mind, as well as out of his sight, as the read-through commences. again, hindsight in twenty-twenty and it’s right about now that shiro realizes he should have spent a dobosh skimming through the script before walking onto set. it’s as ridiculous as the porn’s title suggests it to be. the only upside to having his dignity pulverized and his brain cells withering? witnessing keith read a line. weird, huh? he can despise the position he’s been placed in with keith, while simultaneously finding some catharsis.
shiro looks up from his script at keith’s question, a fond smile curling his lips, one breath away from laughing soft and amused. but lon sheremi starts laughing first. abruptly, shiro’s mood sours and he looks back to his script, grumping. see, it’s fine if shiro laughs at his best friend’s naivety. not so much for lon sheremi to. the annoyance doesn’t hold the longer keith talks though. sure, what he’s reading off is, in a word, stupid, but the longer shiro focuses on keith and not everyone else, specifically lon sheremi, the more he’s able to convince himself to roll with it.
they’re bouncing off of each other a porno script. a really badly written porno script. big deal. it’s – kind of funny?
shiro looks up from his script and to keith across the way, offering a smile and raised brows that wordlessly convey what is this shit? b-movies are better than this low-brow crap. this is somewhere around the letter g. ]
Dr. Miles Long, despite enjoying the sight of Dr. Hugh Jass stripping in front of him, frowns.
[ oh. shiro does so. ]
He places his franchi spas-12 shotgun down on a nearby lab table, taking a step closer to the other man. [ a beat. ] Do the motion and take the step, honey.
[ okay. apparently lon sheremi now wants them to follow the bracket cues. frowning is easy to maintain for this at least. shiro pretends to place down a gun and takes one step toward keith, soon blinking a curious glance to lon sheremi. ]
Line.
[ OH. shiro glances to his script, fully expecting something along the lines of, how it’s preposterous of dr. hugh jass to suggest that an animal, a beast would understand privacy and leave alone two people engaging in sex. afterall, if their mating instincts are going haywire, wouldn’t pheromones attract them faster? wouldn’t the pegasoreasses barge in and take over?
instead, his character has no brain. ]
Are you suggesting that we have to fuck like our lives depend on it… because they do depend on it?
i'm still not over the glittery dino dick
what isn’t pretty? an inflatable dinosaur costume with an attachable dino dong that is being glammed up for reasons shiro can’t even begin to fathom.
shiro tries to put it out of his mind, as well as out of his sight, as the read-through commences. again, hindsight in twenty-twenty and it’s right about now that shiro realizes he should have spent a dobosh skimming through the script before walking onto set. it’s as ridiculous as the porn’s title suggests it to be. the only upside to having his dignity pulverized and his brain cells withering? witnessing keith read a line. weird, huh? he can despise the position he’s been placed in with keith, while simultaneously finding some catharsis.
shiro looks up from his script at keith’s question, a fond smile curling his lips, one breath away from laughing soft and amused. but lon sheremi starts laughing first. abruptly, shiro’s mood sours and he looks back to his script, grumping. see, it’s fine if shiro laughs at his best friend’s naivety. not so much for lon sheremi to. the annoyance doesn’t hold the longer keith talks though. sure, what he’s reading off is, in a word, stupid, but the longer shiro focuses on keith and not everyone else, specifically lon sheremi, the more he’s able to convince himself to roll with it.
they’re bouncing off of each other a porno script. a really badly written porno script. big deal. it’s – kind of funny?
shiro looks up from his script and to keith across the way, offering a smile and raised brows that wordlessly convey what is this shit? b-movies are better than this low-brow crap. this is somewhere around the letter g. ]
Dr. Miles Long, despite enjoying the sight of Dr. Hugh Jass stripping in front of him, frowns.
[ oh. shiro does so. ]
He places his franchi spas-12 shotgun down on a nearby lab table, taking a step closer to the other man. [ a beat. ] Do the motion and take the step, honey.
[ okay. apparently lon sheremi now wants them to follow the bracket cues. frowning is easy to maintain for this at least. shiro pretends to place down a gun and takes one step toward keith, soon blinking a curious glance to lon sheremi. ]
Line.
[ OH. shiro glances to his script, fully expecting something along the lines of, how it’s preposterous of dr. hugh jass to suggest that an animal, a beast would understand privacy and leave alone two people engaging in sex. afterall, if their mating instincts are going haywire, wouldn’t pheromones attract them faster? wouldn’t the pegasoreasses barge in and take over?
instead, his character has no brain. ]
Are you suggesting that we have to fuck like our lives depend on it… because they do depend on it?