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Denkou had returned to the set to cool his heels for a bit, before the shooting. He'd had busy and messed up days in his career before, but nothing had prepaired him for such an unusual situation.
That day started off as total bore, with all those worthless actors marching on the set. He'd never seen so many useless people in his life. They couldn't even sound convincing, while repeating a few samned lines. One would wonder how these people managed to remain in the acting industry.
So, there he was, listening to the same lines, over, and over again, bored to tears, when, suddenly and unexpectedly, the answer to all his prayers comes strolling through the door, and he mistakes him for a her. Then, the deliciously innocent guy shows up almost completely naked, complaining about the suit. Then, this Akia guy asks him to look at something, and everything becomes very confusing...
What was he doing in the dressing room? What was that private thing he had to take care of?
"Could it possibly be...?"
Denkou covered his mouth, blushing like a love struck teenager. Was that guy actually...? In a place like this!
He got off his chair, and went to look for Akia, when he just bumped into the guy...
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