[ let's all spare a round of prayers (lol see it's funny because sein's a priest—) for tomura, who could very well have been given an opportunity to really come into his own with this particular scenario. but the universe is an awful thing with a poor sense of humor, and just had to saddle the poor lad with a man so completely out of his depth with all this technology that it's actually kind of laughable.
if this shoot were meant to be some kind of comedy, there wouldn't be any issue at all.
as it is, sein has absolutely no clue what he's meant to do here other than the vague directions he'd been given right before stepping onto set ("Literally just fuck the guy until he can't stop cumming. Don't think too hard about it. Give it your best. Do you need a fluffer?") and even then it isn't really anything because, well. That's all the porn scenes, right? Fuck until someone shouts "cut!" (cut what?) and then do it again if someone decides what they're missing here is a better angle. it's in many ways monotonous and exhausting, but at least it's simple. but up until now, sein hadn't felt so thrown about the setting itself, that he finally feels a little overwhelmed by it all.
(also what the hell is a fluffer) ]
Hello, chat.
[ who the hell is chat? goddess help him he isn't even looking into the webcam. he doesn't even know what a webcam is. his gaze falls instead on the "mirrored" reflection of them on tomura's second screen, and so to the audience he just looks like he's staring off at something off-screen and thus thoroughly ruining the illusion of being an immersive experience.
at least he's in view. at least he fills out the get-up he's been assigned — dark, fitted slacks and an equally ubiquitous long-sleeve button-up that has of course been rolled up to just above his elbows. someone charmed his hotel watch to look flashier, and he's got a belt on with silver hardware that looks just as much as a prop as the bucket of toys tucked beneath tomora's desk. a veritable daddy, as his character had so helpfully been dubbed in the script.
which means he doesn't have one to give when he's prompted to introduce himself, which means he has to think quick or look like an idiot. ]
xxx for vvv
if this shoot were meant to be some kind of comedy, there wouldn't be any issue at all.
as it is, sein has absolutely no clue what he's meant to do here other than the vague directions he'd been given right before stepping onto set ("Literally just fuck the guy until he can't stop cumming. Don't think too hard about it. Give it your best. Do you need a fluffer?") and even then it isn't really anything because, well. That's all the porn scenes, right? Fuck until someone shouts "cut!" (cut what?) and then do it again if someone decides what they're missing here is a better angle. it's in many ways monotonous and exhausting, but at least it's simple. but up until now, sein hadn't felt so thrown about the setting itself, that he finally feels a little overwhelmed by it all.
(also what the hell is a fluffer) ]
Hello, chat.
[ who the hell is chat? goddess help him he isn't even looking into the webcam. he doesn't even know what a webcam is. his gaze falls instead on the "mirrored" reflection of them on tomura's second screen, and so to the audience he just looks like he's staring off at something off-screen and thus thoroughly ruining the illusion of being an immersive experience.
at least he's in view. at least he fills out the get-up he's been assigned — dark, fitted slacks and an equally ubiquitous long-sleeve button-up that has of course been rolled up to just above his elbows. someone charmed his hotel watch to look flashier, and he's got a belt on with silver hardware that looks just as much as a prop as the bucket of toys tucked beneath tomora's desk. a veritable daddy, as his character had so helpfully been dubbed in the script.
which means he doesn't have one to give when he's prompted to introduce himself, which means he has to think quick or look like an idiot. ]
I'm... Kreis.
[ 😬 iykyk ]