[ this situation is... strange? beyond comprehension? enraging? all of the above? it wouldn't exactly be the first time keith's found himself completely tongue tied over getting caught up in shenanigans, but this can't be like the last time he was stuck in bob's studio, can it? sure, there are lights, cameras and mics everywhere, but that's all the similarity that exists. surely, getting mad isn't going to end with him getting a pacifer stuck in his mouth.
maybe.
either way, the dissociative feeling continues to persist longer than it has any right to. lon sheremi, judy, shiro -- they're all talking about him. or more specifically, talking about his ass and while keith feels pretty strongly that he doesn't want to take off what scant clothing he has on for the crew, he feels a little thrown off center. if he knew this was bound to happen, why exactly did he wander onto this porn set again? why didn't he just skim through the script, laugh and then leave immediately> because the other lead that'd been cast just happened to be shiro? the hell is that even supposed to imply?
keith blinks once, twice, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that he's arching his ass up for reasons that may never have made sense in the first place, then straightens up hastily. the hot flush across his cheeks is still there, burning away incriminatingly, but hearing shiro finally find his voice is enough of an anchor to build on. ]
That's enough!
[ the entire crew goes dead silent at this outburst. even the make up lady stops applying glitter to the dino dong to stare. tragically, lon is the first to recover. ]
Christ, you forget to take a xanax today, kid? Relax! It was a joke.
[ then looking to shiro sympathetically as if to say i see why you're not getting enough action.. ]
Well, help our prima donna over here get over himself so we can get back to the shoot, beefcake. [ ] he claps his hands. ] One minute break everyone! Stretch your legs, air out your vaginas, all that good stuff!
[ keith glares, hands balling into tight fists. ]
We're leaving!
[ lon sheremi looks entirely unconcerned as he lights up a cigarette. ]
As long as you get back here in a minute! Go fluff beefcake in the dressing room, you'll feel better.
[ for the record, keith has no idea what fluffing means, but the wink lon sheremi gives shiro is so sleazy that keith wants to slap it off his face. ]
after this? no it's definitely these idiots
maybe.
either way, the dissociative feeling continues to persist longer than it has any right to. lon sheremi, judy, shiro -- they're all talking about him. or more specifically, talking about his ass and while keith feels pretty strongly that he doesn't want to take off what scant clothing he has on for the crew, he feels a little thrown off center. if he knew this was bound to happen, why exactly did he wander onto this porn set again? why didn't he just skim through the script, laugh and then leave immediately> because the other lead that'd been cast just happened to be shiro? the hell is that even supposed to imply?
keith blinks once, twice, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that he's arching his ass up for reasons that may never have made sense in the first place, then straightens up hastily. the hot flush across his cheeks is still there, burning away incriminatingly, but hearing shiro finally find his voice is enough of an anchor to build on. ]
That's enough!
[ the entire crew goes dead silent at this outburst. even the make up lady stops applying glitter to the dino dong to stare. tragically, lon is the first to recover. ]
Christ, you forget to take a xanax today, kid? Relax! It was a joke.
[ then looking to shiro sympathetically as if to say i see why you're not getting enough action.. ]
Well, help our prima donna over here get over himself so we can get back to the shoot, beefcake. [ ] he claps his hands. ] One minute break everyone! Stretch your legs, air out your vaginas, all that good stuff!
[ keith glares, hands balling into tight fists. ]
We're leaving!
[ lon sheremi looks entirely unconcerned as he lights up a cigarette. ]
As long as you get back here in a minute! Go fluff beefcake in the dressing room, you'll feel better.
[ for the record, keith has no idea what fluffing means, but the wink lon sheremi gives shiro is so sleazy that keith wants to slap it off his face. ]