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[Int. Restaurant - Freezer ] (Afternoon) 

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛.

𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢
𝚠𝚑.... 𝚑𝚞𝚑...? 

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 

𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢
(𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝... 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝-𝙷𝚎... 𝙾𝚑 𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝚘𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑.

𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢

(𝙽𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜)
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚠, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜-

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.
𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.

𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢
𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔... 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝!

𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚋 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.

".. This feels homoerotic, weirdly enough... " The actor for Vincent, Lucien Bourcier, lets out a small chuckle, reading the script as he scratches the back of his neck. 

On the other hand, the actor for Rody, Ezekiel Torres, put a hand around his shoulder and groaned at the transcript. "Yeah, but why do I have to suffer with getting tied up and being a pathetic loser? This could've been resolved if only they had talked out their feelings!" He chimed, adding fuel to the characters which earned a laugh from Lucien.

"Must give Vincent credit though, he locked him up in a freezer rather than his office. Making him freeze while being tied the whole time. He's pretty smart..." Lucien snorts, grinning as he nudges Ezekiel back. "Also, where's your wife? I thought I just saw her."

Ezekiel buried himself against Lucien, murmuring as he whined about it. "She's watching the others!! She doesn't care about me!!" he cried out, like some toddler. 

"Get off me! You're ruining my makeup!" Lucien playfully shrugs him off, as the other clings even harder. 

"Noooooo!!"

"ngh... F-fuck... there's nothing...  I have on me... To cut or burn through it...!" his silent pleas were left unheard, tangled up in such a mess as he became desperate. The more he struggled, the weaker he got. He used up all of his energy just for him to die in this filthy place? Like hell. 

Before he could even try to slip his hands out, (a failed attempt nonetheless) the knob turned carefully, and the sound of a click opened the door. Pushing inside, the cold aura meets the warmth. Yet, there he is. Standing right in front of Rody, above him so powerful with a knife in his hand. 

He walked up close, kneeling on the cold ground to watch him struggle. Before Rody could even mutter a word, his chin bled by the knife Vincent used to tilt his head up. 

A noticeable cold sigh escaped from his mouth before he started; 

"I miss my husband, Rody."

Silence. Rody just looked at him with confusion, utterly flabbergasted. 

"I miss him a lot." At the last line, Vincent tried to hold in his laughter as he snorts. He stood up from the ground, pulling the prop knife away, and covered his mouth with his free hand. "I- I'll be back." He commented before finally he gave in and burst out laughing.

Snickers were coming from the other directors and the crew, while Rody pouted with an annoyed glance. He stood up, before throwing playful punches. 

"Lucien! Stop! I don't wanna redo this scene over and over!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I couldn't hold it!" He ran away from Rody, laughing gleefully while he was getting chased.

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[Int. Elevator - Floor 5]

𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛

𝙷𝚞𝚑, 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢.

𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎.

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝.

[𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕]

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎. 

[𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.]

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗.

[𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚒𝚕.]

"Wanna know something hilarious?" Arthur started, leaning back against the couch as he shared the transcript with Bryce.

"What?"

"This implies that he, the Protagonist, ate tinfoils. How would he know unless he nimble on it once or twice?" They both let out a small snicker, laughing between each other as they exchanged glances.

"What a loser."

"Says the himbo looking ass."

"Hey, at least our nameless coworker doesn't do that!" Bryce teased lightly, assuming things like usual as he playfully punched Arthur's shoulder. 

"I bet the writers would!"

"Nope!"

"Maybe even worse!" the two exchanged a playful snickers.

Just from afar, the crew seems a little anxious and sweating. Well, Arthur wasn't wrong...

The Protagonist unscrewed the vent with his earlier-acquired screwdriver, and the squeaky noise progressively gets louder. With interest, he finally opened the vent and took the plate off.

There was a rat. 

... A real fucking rat. 

But it looks cute and tamed strangely. Was this supposed to be a surprise-? 

"aaAAAHHHHHHH!!! WHAT IS THAT!?!" His Coworker jumped and immediately clung onto the Protagonist, clenching tightly against his clothes as he hid from the back. 

"HOW'D THE FUCK DID THAT GET HERE??? CLOSE THE VENT, CLOSE THE VENT!!!" It seems like it was genuine fear because the two of them did not know about this. And it's a surprise that out of all the things Bryce could be scared of, he's scared of a cute rat. 

He shrugged him off and went to take the rat into both of his arms, letting it crawl over him as he patted its head.

"YOU'RE TOUCHING THAT... THING!?!!" Bryce leans against the elevator walls, or the fake walls, genuinely scared as Arthur watches him motionlessly. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HOLDING IT, PUT THAT BACK!!!"

This was all improv and never in the script. They thought they were gonna get a prop rat or something, not a real one!

Arthur looks at him, unamused. "What is wrong with you?? It's just a rat, it can't hurt you." there was a squeak of agreement coming from the rat, earning another pat on the head. 

Bryce took offense, yet still clinging onto the walls. "ITS GROSS, DISGUSTING EVEN!! It's A WILD ANIMAL THAT CRAWLS IN THE WOODS!!" even for a big guy like him, he's scared of little things. "IT'S GONNA BITE YOU, IT'S GONNA BITE ME!!!" how thoughtful, he thought of Arthur first.

For a moment of silence, Bryce stopped wailing and still had tears in his eyes. There was something inside Arthur that stirred and wanted to tease him a little further with this newfound... Fear. 

There was a small devious smile coming from Arthur before he slowly got closer to him. 

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!! DON'T GET ANY CLOSER!!" He wails his hand nonsense, actually cornered. 

... Well, Arthur didn't listen as he kept grinning.

"YOU'RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE!!!"

"COME ON, JUST GIVE IT A LITTLE KISS!!"

"FUCK OFF!"

And they ran around the studio, with Arthur holding a rat to chase down Bryce with it. The other actors in the room just chuckle at the scene, finding it amusing. 

"What if I gave you a bee and chase you around-"

"I will eat you alive, Lucien."

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𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁. 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 - ???

𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴

(𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛)

𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴!

𝙰𝚄𝙶𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴

(𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐) 

𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴! 

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎, 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙.

𝙰𝚄𝙶𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴

(𝚈𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙽, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳?!!? 

𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴

(𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍)

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐...

"It's ironic how Augustine, quote on quote, doesn't care for Winnie when he checks up on him every second!" The actor for Winnie, Winifred, clasped his hands as he giggled with glee. He was smiling cheerfully, looking over at the transcript that Augustine (yes that's his name too... with a different last name.) brought for them. 

"Internalized feelings supposedly," Augustine added, shrugging as he slouched back on the couch.

Winifred stared for a quick second, smiling even wider. "I think we could make it more obvious, for these hopeless idiots!" he giggles, hugging Augustine close as he shakes him. "Isn't that right, Auggie!?!"

He was getting tugged around by Winifred, shaken by him as he let him be. He rolls his eyes, returning the cheery smile with his own. "I mean, isn't that our job? Plus, it wouldn't be so hard to make Augustine act like he genuinely likes Winnie..." Even with his stern face, he looked away with a tint of red.

"I knew I could count on you!!" Winifred kissed him on the cheek, making Augustine heat up almost immediately. He was blushing like crazy, pulling away from Winifred and keeping a hand against his lips. "mrmmmrrrmmmm!!!"

"Keep those kisses of yours away from me!" Winifred managed to pull Augustine's hand away from his lips, kissing his palm with a slight menacing smile.

"Aww, but it's friendly kisses!" He teased lightly, joking around yet no hint of him stopping. He seems amused by how easy it is to make Augustine flustered!!

"No, I know you're going to drown me in those!!"

"One more!"

"NO MORE!!"

In the end, he was kissed all over the face by Winifred. The crew seems to find their playful banter funny, and so let them act like teens. Even though they're the same age as the characters they play, they're still fresh out of high school. 

Ah, young love.

"THEN WHY WERE YOU BUILDING A SNOWMAN WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!?!??" Augustine's expression says it all, as Winnie's hand is covered by the (fake) cold snow. 

"Nono, that's not all there is to why I scream! Th-though, it is a teensy part of it...!" Winnie trembled a little, seemingly he was currently shaken. He's not even sure if it's by the acting, or if the studio room was cold as fuck. 

Winnie put his index finger up, while his other hand crossed over. "When you were still investigating the car, I..." Even though he was smiling and saying it so cheerfully, there was a hint of shaky inside of it. And how Augustine could visibly see the cold breath out from his mouth. 

"I saw... an ominous shadow-" Before Winnie could finish, Augustine approached a little closer as he looked up. On his tippy toes, he fixed Winnie's coat, zipping his coat up. Even though it left Winifred in shock, and how his face was starting to react... He continued. Accidentally stuttered, blushing to an amount as he tried to cover his face. "... M-moving in the di-distance through the... s-storm..."

"An... Ominous shadow?!" Augustine took a step back, taking off his ushanka hat. He made Winifred lean a little downward, as he put it on the taller figure.

Surprisingly enough, the director hasn't said anything and looks in interest. Seeing how the improv works and portrays the relationship, despite Augustine still looking deflected...

"Y-yeah! Yeah! It... It scared me-" Winifred continued, hiding his flustered face as he tugged the hat down to hide. "... So... I made this little snow friend to calm my mind...!!" He showed him the poorly made snowman, as his face was still hidden. 

Augustine lets out a small snort.

".. S.. Say hi to him..." Winnie finally cowered down, too embarrassed and flustered. "AHHHHH!!! PLEASE CUT THIS OUT!!" Followed by an echoed laughter from Augustine, his devious plans work!!!

"Keep it in, director! KEEP IT IN!!" This time, Augustine was the one to hold Winifred down as he hugged him, spinning him around.

"NO! PUT ME DOWN, AUGGIE!!!!" Winifred whined, his long legs managed to get on the ground as he stood up and ran over to the director. "I'M BEGGING YOU! WE CAN DO ANOTHER SCENE, PLEASE!!"

"IT WASN'T EVEN THAT BAD!"

"YOU'RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSEEEE!!!"

Then it was another endless cat-and-mouse chase, Winifred not wanting the scene to be official while Augustine thought it would be funny and indulge the duo even more. 

In the end, Augustine bought Winifred some sweets and a kiss on the cheek as an apology. 

Until now, even the crew doesn't know if they're dating or not.

"Ah.. Young love. Reminds me of how when we were young..."

"Can we even call ours love? We're too obsessed with work."

"You're not wrong, Bryce... But hey," Arthur nudged his shoulder. "I'll get a wife or husband before you retired, dimwit. And they'll be even more amazing."

".. Alright, bet."

Chapter Text

𝙸𝚗𝚝. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕 - ??? 

𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗..."

"𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜..."

"𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢."

"𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, (𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎) 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝., 

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚞𝚗, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐) 

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎." 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎,

"𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕...!"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗...!"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍.

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊

(𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.) 

"𝙰-𝚊𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍!" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎.

"𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎.

".. 𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍. 

".. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎?"

As Angela, the soon-to-be actor for Angelica, read the transcript with her best friend, Simon, actor for Forcas, there was laughter coming from the ground. 

"Very immature of you, Simon," Angela commented, one of her legs crossed as he chuckled at the scene.

Simon couldn't stop laughing, holding his stomach on the ground. "W-wha- why did they have to put a pregnant pause!?! HOW ARE YOU NOT LAUGHING!?!??" He cried out, clearly getting a kick out of the simple joke.

Angela apologizes to the crew for her friend's behavior and the other actors. She scratched the back of her neck, rolling the back of her eyes at Simon's gesture. "I'm not a manchild like you, my dear friend," she replied, feeling a little embarrassed by this.

After a few minutes, Simon was still chuckling, but he was back to be serious. He just smirked all the time they were reading the script, giggling once in a while. Angela just wants to get this over... 

"I love how Angelica is so cheerful, but blunt... She's so much like you, hell, she even has the same name as you!" he expressed, showing her the name that was clearly on their face. 

Angela let it be, following his smile. She wasn't bothered by his antics if it was like this... "And you're a lot like Forcas, childish, but can be serious at times." She sipped the tea that the crew had brought for them, satisfied as he heard an 'eh!?' from Simon.

"HEY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY CHILDISH!?! I'll let you know, I'm very mature and professional!" He pointed at himself, trying to look all high and mighty. 

Angela nods along, rolling her eyes, with a smug expression. "Sure, sure. So mature and professional... until there's a dessert." her sarcasm sure gets under Simon's skin, as they both kept on going with the joke.

"DESSERTS ARE AMAZING, AND I'M NOT LETTING YOU HATE-CRIME THEM!"

"How in heaven's name am I hate crime-ing whole desserts?!?" she took offense by the statement, expression shifted to annoyed.

Simon was even more annoyed, smiling with a threatening glance. "Well, at least I have a taste, unlike you! You just live off bitterness and savor, coffee ALL the time! You only do tea in this place, so you wouldn't come off as a coffee addict!" he stuck his tongue out, mocking Angela. "BLEH!"

"Okay, come here you-!" Angela threw a playful punch against his chest, but goddamn, it fucking HURTS!

And as usual, the crew just lets it by. They're dynamic sure mixed, and fit. What great actors they manage to find. 

A woman who's not afraid to get blood on her hand, and a manchild who has comebacks. What a great dynamic... 

"DON'T YOU FUCKING RUN NOW, YOU COWARD!"

... Women in general are scary. Really. Scary. 

"Winifred..."

"Auggie..."

They both were holding onto each other hands, eyes sparkling as they stumbled upon the studio room. They sneak in, watching from behind the crew with astonishment and amazement. 

"... Why do you look so surprised? It's me." Forcas stood in front of Angelica, the room was pitch black and the two of them were in the spotlight. One of his hands was inside the pocket, while the other was left hanging. He closed his eyes, letting a little "hm" out, before back to gaze at her eyes. "Don't think now is the time for jokes if that's what you were waiting for, from me."

The way he circled Angelica, with his tone nonchalant and dead inside. The nun felt a small tremble beneath the angel, as he continued with his sentence. "Let me just get straight to the point... Lady," he said with a small playful tone, standing behind her. 

And the tension seems to rise, letting it fill around the room. Angelica couldn't see his face, but oh, how she felt overwhelmed by the sudden pressure change. "You're not listening to me." Even without seeing eye to eye, the guardian angel is expected to be disappointed. "... What did I tell you?" all of that playful attitude seemed to disappear within an instant, replaced with curiosity and pure stoicism. 

"No matter what happens," Angelica's head slowly turned to the side, "No matter what someone says..." She took a glance at the figure. 

"Mind your own business." His head seemed to be turned 180° degrees like an owl, eyes piercing through the nun as the light started to grow brighter behind Forcas. "Why do I feel like you haven't been... Doing that?" he squinted, finally, his body turning around.

"I'm wrong, right? Tell me it's all just a misunderstanding." he leaned forward, leaning down just so he could get on her level. As if on cue, the nun's nose starts to drip blood, forcing it out of her own body. 

The tension stays, as they stay silent for a little longer. 

"..."

"THAT IS SO-"

"AWESOME!?!?"

The two of them finish their sentence, as the crew got off guard by their sudden appearance. Especially the actors, breaking their character just to look at what was the ruckus.

"Huh? Wait, you guys aren't supposed to be here!" the director leads, having to stop the filming for a quick moment. 

"Blerghhh! We're on our break!!" Winifred stuck his tongue out, mocking the director before apologizing afterward. "Sorry!"

"Miss Angela!?" Augustine's eyes widened before it started to sparkle once again. From a shocked expression to an excited one. "MISS ANGELAAAAAA!!" He grabbed Winifred by the hand, running toward the actors before jumping to hug her. "I haven't seen Miss Angela in a while!!" he cried out, as Angela was shocked at first, before returning the gesture. 

"Augustine? You've grown up a lot! The last time I saw you, you were still a small kid!" Angela teased and seemed enthusiastic. She pet his head, kissing his forehead as the boy squirmed. "Seems like you and Winifred are still together! Ah, truly."

"Hello, Miss. Angela!" Winifred waved toward her, smiling like always. "I'm a big fan of both of your acting, especially Mister Simon! The way his tone was, when he was very mad! I thought that was fantastic! Especially with his other roles too!!" The cheery kid looks at Simon, grinning. "And one thing in common we have sweets!!"

Simon had to cover his mouth, with teary eyes as he found the teen in front of him so adorable with the compliments toward him. He shook Angela's shoulders, forcing her to let go of Augustine as he cried out of joy. "THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE APPRECIATED MY ACTING!!!"

"More like someone takes time to appreciate you in general." Angela seems annoyed by the sudden stop, hitting Simon's shoulder immediately. "And shake someone else, you himbo!"

"WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT WORD!?!?" Simon looks surprised, pointing at Angela. "AND WHATEVER!! Now, I have a favorite fan to work with!" He pouted, hands on his hips before he went over to Winnie, petting his head. The extroverted kid just smiled and seemed content and fine with it.

Augustine on the other hand was holding Angela's arm, both of them had the same expression and thought... 

They both looked at each other, before nodding. 

"Manchild."

"Manchild."

Winifred giggles at this, before Simon lets out a whine. "ANGELA! YOU'RE SO MEAN, AND YOU'RE TEACHING THEM THIS!?!"

"I'm not teaching anything... Well, maybe one or two." She winked, smirking.

"ANGELAAAAAA!!!"

After this particular conversation, Augustine and Winifred often watch Angela and Simon act, and vice versa. Hell, they even invited the other actors to join in.

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"𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞, 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝘐𝘚 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘌?"

♫♪.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛. 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢'𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝(?) - ?

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

"𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢

(𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍)

"... 𝚠𝚑.. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝? "

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑...

... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢

"𝙸... 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎..."

(𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.) 

"𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝.. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍?-"

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

(𝙲𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏) 

"𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢-"

𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕. "𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝- 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎! 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎-!"

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

"𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢..."

𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚢

"𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢-"

"How interesting!" Two hands clasped against each other, smiling authentically. The taller broad, Vassilis, leans against the couch, standing while looking over her shoulders to look at the script. "The duality of selfishness between the two, but in their way!"

On the other hand, the woman in question who's holding the script, Maleah, rolls her eyes and flicks his forehead. "You're not even supposed to be here, Vas! Aren't you supposed to film your part now, instead of commenting on Rody and Manon's flaws?" She asked out of curiosity, though, not minding the presence of the other.

"Good question! Not an extraordinarily reliable explanation, but it's merely because Arthur and Bryce had to renovate some scenes together. Particularly the whole sequence, where Arthur attempts to trim up the pig skin!" His smile never faltered, getting a weird look from his dear friend. "He's frightened to say."

Maleah sighed, pushing Vassilis away from her. "Instead of talking behind your acquainted back, maybe you should try to show some support! You can't be hanging around me all the time." She noticed a small distasteful look in his gaze, yet she kept pushing. "Maybe try some small talks with them!"

He tilted his head to the side, smiling a little less than before. His shoulders shrugged, "I've glimpsed their complexions, and how my eccentricities materialized to creep them out." Vassilis's voice never fails to bring a chill behind Maleah's back, but she wasn't stranged out. 

"They're just not used to people like you! Plus, if they don't like you, the rumors of how weird you are would come to the attention of not only the crew but the actors too." She doesn't seem to make a big problem out of this, going back to read the script. "If you could convince my husband to go out fishing with you, then you'll do great!"

"... Hm, well, your estimations aren't rigorously off. I suppose I could make an effort!" Maleah seemed satisfied as a glimpse of Vassilis' smile brightened the room they were in, "My deepest sincere, Mal. We'll encounter furthermore once we're on our break!"

"I'll see you too, Vas! And try not to spook the others too often!"

Vassilis, or the actor for 'The Interviewer', was surprisingly really good at his character portrait. A little too adequate that it creeped some of the staff out. He did not mean to do so, expressing he just felt right to smile at everyone. But his actions, and of course, his smile were putting that lead to some stray relationships from the rest. 

He was advised numerous times to function normally once they were done shooting, and it baffled him. Was it not ordinary for the populace to smile, or conceivably, chatter like him? That's one of the many things people keep noting, roughly how formal he occurs to be. Perhaps he could try to reduce it, but how? It's not his fault that it deems soothing.

The sole one who frankly doesn't care about this behavior is his close friend, Maleah. And currently, most of the actors he's familiar with and has met don't seem peeved. They embraced with open arms, the bizarre feeling of being accepted someplace. Has a multitude of people lived this nice before?

"HOLD THE DOOR!" The loud spokesperson catches Vassilis' attention, holding his head up to watch. It looks like they're redoing the first scene, rehearsal before recording. "Traffic was awful, right?" Bryce, playing as the mysterious coworker sauntered inside the assumed elevator. His grin made the protagonist, Arthur roll his eyes back.

"Taxi barely made it on time, not like the boss will take that excuse again..." There was a narrowly unnerving manner, a surge of dismissal. He keeps earning an annoyed glance from Arthur, before innocently continuing. "Top floor?"

"Uh, actually, I'm going to see-"

"You too? What a coincidence!" Before he could go on with his further lines, he was whacked on the shoulder by Arthur, making both of them out of character. "What the hell!?"

"You keep interrupting my monologue junctures, give me a break so my thoughts can TALK!!" Arthur whined, continuing to keep hitting him. Before it could continue, Bryce escaped from his grasp and ran over toward the only other actor who was chilling and watching, Vassilis. "HEY! You can't do that!"

"What are you gonna do, huh? Hit me and accidentally hit him??? Come on, coward!!" The two acted like juveniles, running around a single parent that Vassilis shrugged off. He found the duo entertaining, and without conversing much with them, they still initiated a conversation including him. And this was just... One of them. "Can't catch me, can't do it!"

The broad man in the middle just smiles, drinking his tea carefully. The two were on opposite ends and kept going round and round. "BRYCE!!" Arthur called out his name, jumping over Vassilis' lap as he dragged Bryce by the blazer. 

"AAAAA! STOP, STOP! WHAT THE FUCK!???"

... And that's how the situation became. Arthur half laid on Vassilis' lap, while both his hands were on Bryce's blazer. He didn't even bother to comment, drinking his tea altogether. Eventually, the directors told them to stop joking around and went back on track.

... Maybe he should have one friend. They both act certainly similar to Ezekiel.

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𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳!!

".. Uhm, Vassilis?"

"Yes, Mal? Is something the matter?"

"I think I left the oven for too long. Because..."

Soon, the alarm in the kitchen goes off. The smoke slowly filled the room, before the pair grabbed some gloves and grabbed the burnt (that's still on fire) cupcakes out. Vassilis had an urge to kick Maleah, as she stood there with a nervous smile. 

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"Oh my, look at these kittens!" He held up two small kittens, the size of his palm. "They're very fragile."

"D'AWWW!!! I want to keep one!"

"I don't think we should own them, Mal. They have an overprotective mother, which is a good sign."

Vassilis kept on grinning brightly, even though he was getting scratched violently on the legs until he was bleeding. Which earns a terrified look from Maleah, running to grab some medical procedures. 

ヽ( 'ω' )ﾉ

"I think we're gonna have to hide the body, Normal Guy!" both of them stared at Vincent and Rody's lifeless bodies on the ground, while the interviewer shrugged, smiling.

"How unfortunate. Coworker, play pumpkin hill theme!" His upbeat tone remained, hands clasped together.

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