|ROYCE (bigbadsoftie) wrote in ourtwilight,|
@ 2012-03-02 00:01:00
"Number 4 and number 23, order up!" came the call from the kitchen, and Caleb spun around, shook open a bag, and dropped both burgers inside. He turned and offered the bag to Royce. "Well, good luck with... you know, everything. Your sister included. And thanks for, you know, not chewing my head off. Literally."
Royce stood there, his body screaming caution. Everything he did these days, he had to be careful. Always watching ahead and always looking behind. His whole life, that was just normal. Steering away from hunters, that was safe. That was smart. So standing there talking to a hunter and not having the sense to screen his words, it was stupid. Just the thing he had chided Rosemary so many times before. But what could he do? The guy was acting cool about the whole thing. Wouldn't it be okay, just this one time, to believe in the good nature of others? To believe that maybe not everyone was out to get him?
He took the bag from Caleb, words wanting to come but what those words were ... Royce was at a loss. Seriously, his mind was suddenly blank and in a moment of panic, he looked over at Caleb with the hope of finding those words somehow on his face. But Caleb was staring right back at him. Funny how a bag of burgers could render him speechless. But words were easy to come by. He said a thousand of them every day. Probably a million. Why the hell were they so hard to come by now?
Caleb's stare became more pointed and the guy lifted an eyebrow, like he knew what was going on in his head and was somehow trying to tell him the words without actually telling him. Because Royce was a mind-reader suddenly. The staring kept going and the silence continued to stretch until finally, Royce broke down with a frustrated laugh. "Damnit, I don't even remember the last thing you said." He dropped his hand from the hamburger bag and groaned, the same hand going through his hair.
"I was being casual." Caleb chuckled along with him. "I said thanks for not chewing off my head. Maybe it was hard to remember what I said because I wasn't cursing."
"Probably." Royce grinned, unable to stop another laugh. "You have such a pretty head too."
"Don't I? It's this new hair cut. I think the floppy hair helps bring out my adorable puppy eyes."
"No, no, no. That's me. I have the adorable puppy eyes. You have the sexy bedroom eyes. It's to lure in our female audience. Think I'm wrong? Check the script. It's written in there, I swear!"
But Jay was laughing too hard to challenge him so Jim stood there, his body screaming amusement. Someone off set yelled out "CUT" and another someone had to run up onto the set with a spare script, letting Jim re-read it and re-acquaint himself with his line. "It wouldn't be so hard to memorize my lines if I didn't have this guy to stare at." He teased, waving a hand to Jay. "C'mon, how is this guy dressed up in that apron not hilarious?"
Jay glared at his long-time friend but still couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "At least I can remember my lines."
Jim, unfortunately, had no come-back for that but thankfully, the director was waving his arm for them to start the scene over. Licking his lips, he ran both hands through his hair and then shook his head. "Do you think this hair-cut is shaggy enough?" He managed to get out before the cameras started rolling, just in time to get another laugh and head-shake out of Jay.