[ Ah, a new face. Tomura's mostly been encountering familiar ones in this foray into "film," which has probably been deliberate on the part of the crew; he's simply not much good at carrying a scene with a stranger (something about which Tomura cares not one iota), and it seems that rather than fight him into performing well for a low-budget porno, they've taken the easy route of recruiting people he can behave somewhat naturally around. This was probably for the best for everyone involved, but this time around, for whatever reason, they've switched up the formula.
He's instead paired with this dark-haired man, probably around his own age, with somewhat plain features (albeit "plain" in a way a boyband group would probably appreciate). Tomura, at first, doesn't think much of it. It seems like the guy they've recruited is either a yapper or someone who really doesn't mind leaning into his role, which works well for Tomura's purposes. If his co-star doesn't mind shouldering the burden of performance for the camera, then that makes things easier on him, doesn't it?
Maybe that had been a bit optimistic. Just when he thought "Daisuke" had the backstory handled (and therefore had begun to space out), the other suddenly grabs his chair and swivels it around. It's an unanticipated interruption that leaves his eyes somewhat widened in irked surprise, an awkward lack of response catching in his throat. ] Er—
[ What does he say to that? For starters, he can't read the script if Daisuke insists on putting himself in the way. Further, while some roles at least include an element he could extrapolate, the setup of "childhood friends who experimented" lies far from his wheelhouse. He doesn't even have a childhood friend, apart from vague memories of playground playmates, so it's even useless to try and conjure up some fantasy of adolescent escapades. He ends up frowning at Daisuke for an awkward bout of silence. ]
I... told you not to bring that up.
[ is the best he can come up with. It's not the answer of flirtatious, Peacock-sponsored "Tati," but you can't ask for much from someone who's main response to teasing is a non-response or a shut-down... But in his mind, it accomplishes the needs of being believable, curbing the topic for good, and being a response at all. ]
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He's instead paired with this dark-haired man, probably around his own age, with somewhat plain features (albeit "plain" in a way a boyband group would probably appreciate). Tomura, at first, doesn't think much of it. It seems like the guy they've recruited is either a yapper or someone who really doesn't mind leaning into his role, which works well for Tomura's purposes. If his co-star doesn't mind shouldering the burden of performance for the camera, then that makes things easier on him, doesn't it?
Maybe that had been a bit optimistic. Just when he thought "Daisuke" had the backstory handled (and therefore had begun to space out), the other suddenly grabs his chair and swivels it around. It's an unanticipated interruption that leaves his eyes somewhat widened in irked surprise, an awkward lack of response catching in his throat. ] Er—
[ What does he say to that? For starters, he can't read the script if Daisuke insists on putting himself in the way. Further, while some roles at least include an element he could extrapolate, the setup of "childhood friends who experimented" lies far from his wheelhouse. He doesn't even have a childhood friend, apart from vague memories of playground playmates, so it's even useless to try and conjure up some fantasy of adolescent escapades. He ends up frowning at Daisuke for an awkward bout of silence. ]
I... told you not to bring that up.
[ is the best he can come up with. It's not the answer of flirtatious, Peacock-sponsored "Tati," but you can't ask for much from someone who's main response to teasing is a non-response or a shut-down... But in his mind, it accomplishes the needs of being believable, curbing the topic for good, and being a response at all. ]