TOG: behind the curtains

2F: Evankhell's Floor

"My name's Khun," Khun introduces, holding out a hand.

"I-I'm Bam." Bam stutters as he extends his own to accept the handshake. He lifts his gaze to see the other smirk before he feels Khun's grip tighten. With an abrupt tug, Khun yanked Bam from where he stood, albeit with a little too much force. The pair collides before Bam even gets a chance to say his next line.

"DID THEY KISS--"

"If they did, then that sure looked painful..."

"You guys are taking this way too far..."

"Hey hey, if you read the manhwa you would definitely ship them okay---"

"Shhh, spoilers!!"

Lero-ro rolls his eyes at the crew's excitement and turns to look at the two on the ground. "You guys okay?"

Bam nods, face as red as his vest, while Khun merely shrugs. Lero-ro doesn't miss the way the corner of the latter's lips quirked up at Bam's expression. He sighs, overlooking the fact that Khun's earlier action wasn't part of the script. Ah, kids... what to do with them.

"Alright, let's do that again. And take two... action!"

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"Wow, you can even introduce yourself?"

"Um, this person isn't--"

"I know."

Rak swings a spearhead down before Khun's face, the force of the action blowing the latter's hair backwards. "Blue turtle! I have no business with you!"

"Cut! Okay, that was good. Shibisu, you okay?"

"I could really use an ice pack," Shibisu replies with a groan, caressing the newly formed bump courtesy of Rak's spear. Pointing the folding fan at Khun, Shibisu retorts, "You owe me one, Prince Charming. If it wasn't for that hair of yours, I wouldn't have had to lie below Rak to fan it and exaggerate the effect."

"Shouldn't you be blaming the gator for being so weak?" Khun casually shoots back while flipping his icy blue hair.

"Well, you try creating that kind of force with this stick," Rak sighs.

"Fair point."

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"Run?" Hatz narrows his eyes, unsheathing a sword halfway to deflect Anaak's attack. He throws the weapon just as the Green April is flung to the side. The sword spins nicely in the air, a perfect throw, if not for the direction it was heading towards.

Crash!

"..."

"... Hatz, you do know that you were supposed to throw it up and not forward, right?"

"... Sorry." Hatz mumbled.

"The camera really didn't deserve to be the victim," Khun commented.

The swordsman glares at Khun, ready to storm over to where he stood and impale him with the other prop still in his hands. Khun meets his glare with his own, picking up the prop embedded in the broken camera without breaking eye contact. Seeing the fight that was about to break out, Bam scurried over and hurriedly pulled Khun away from the set.

"Hey Evan, how much is this going to cost?" Lero-ro asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I think it's better if that remains unsaid," The assistant director grimaces.

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"This sponsorship sure came in handy," Khun ponders aloud, his fellow two teammates nodding in agreement as the trio munched on the chocolate bars.

"Bam choc it out, the gator's going barserk over these."

"I peel offended, blue turtle."

"Well I'm not going to sugarcoat anything for you," The chocolate provider smugly counters.

"Fudge you," Rak responds, unable to stop the grin that tugged at his lips.

"I'm literally begging you guys to stop--" Lero-ro says shakily, trying to hold back his laughter as he reminded himself of the tight schedule they were on.

"Bar with it, Mr. director."

"Bam, not you too."

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"So all I have to do is walk in there and sleep?"

"That's correct."

"Sweet."

"That's your role 80% of the time anyways."

"Lauroe you lucky bastard," Serena groaned, to which the crew nodded in unison.

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"Open up, damn it!"

"I won't be beaten by an old hag!"

"Shut up, you old fart!" Shibisu and Serena bicker as they banged their heads against the Shinsu wall in desperation. Stuck to their foreheads were packets of diluted ketchup—well-hidden by the camera angle—which popped upon the impact.

Lero-ro watches, impressed by the strangely realistic "blood" that trickled down their faces.

"...Who came up with this idea? It's actually pretty effective... and cost-efficient..."

"Khun did, Mr. Lero-ro," Bam answers.

"Huh, guess I'd better thank him later," Lero-ro hums, before a shrill scream abruptly broke the peace.

Shibisu's, to be exact.

Shibisu clamps his hands over his "blood"-stained eyes as he dashed around like a headless chicken. "KHUN AGUERO AGNES I SWEAR TO GOD--"

Said blue head had already doubled over in laughter, responding in between his cackles, "Thought a hot person like you would need something to cool you down, you should be thanking me instead."

"THAT'S NOT HOW CHILLI SAUCE WORKS AND YOU KNOW IT--" Shibisu screeches out in anger. Rubbing the remaining sauce off his face, Shibisu sets his trajectory to the culprit and begins his charge. "A wise man once said 'Experience is the Best Teacher', so yOU SHALL LEARN COME 'ERE YOU LIL ASSHOLE--"

Lero-ro watches the chaos erupt, torn between laughing and crying.

"You're not going to stop them?" Bam asks, glancing up with concerned eyes.

"It's beyond my capabilities to even do so," The director replies with a laugh. "Let them have their fun, we'll resume in 20 minutes."

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(behind the scenes)

"Hey Bam?"

"Yeah, Khun?"

"The chocolate tastes so bland now."

"Really?? It's tastes oka---"

"Because you're too sweet."

"Get a room, the two of you."