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Apr. 19th, 2010 01:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withimpunityAll I seem to be able to write anymore are these short, silly blurbs. Oh well, its fun!
Jared/Jensen
Outsider POV
466 words
Eric has to bang on the door four goddamn times before Jensen opens it. He's getting pretty impatient. Things to do, people to see and boss around and shit.
"About time," he snaps as soon as the door cracks open and immediately starts talking. "Listen, I need to talk to you about next week. The weather is going to be really shitty and of course, of fucking course we're going to be doing a mostly outdoors episode so shooting is probably going to be an enormous pain in the ass." He glances inside Jensen's trailer and sees Jared sitting on the couch, his hands spread out across his thighs. "Hey, Jared. Oh by the way, I really loved what you did with Sam's scene in that last shot, man. That was fucking perfect. That's why I'm always pushing you, kid. It's 'cause I know you can pull shit like that off."
Its weird, Jared doesn't say anything to him, doesn't even crack a smile or tell him his shirt is gay or those pants make his ass look fat, or anything. He's just glaring at him like he's trying to burn a hole straight through him, or curse him with boils or something. Jesus, he hasn't seen that look on Jared's face since the last time Sam and Dean got in a fight. "Jesus Christ, you two aren't pissed off at each other again, are you? Because that really fucks with production, guys. I thought we had this fucking talk. Jesus." He scrubs his hands through his hair and looks up at Jensen. He hasn't actually looked at Jensen really since he opened the door, just started babbling about shooting and looking down at the papers in his hand and then at Jared on Jensen's couch and wow, Jensen's lips are really red and puffy and his eyes are a little blown. He looks a little like he's been --
Eric sneaks another peek at Jared over on the couch and sees him digging his fingers into his thighs, still glaring at him so fiercely Eric's actually afraid he might erupt in flames if he doesn't get out of there soon and shit. Shit.
"Oh. Oh God. Jim. I'm just -- I'm going to go talk to Jim now."
"Do that," Jensen growls, his voice sandpaper-y rough and fuck, Eric knows why now. So. His two main stars, who by the by play brothers, are fucking each other. Huh. He guesses that's better than them being pissed off and not talking to each other and fucking up lines, making them all stay five hours longer than they want. Whatever, all Eric knows is that if Jensen has trouble with his lines later on account of his sore throat he's going to kick both of their asses.
Jared/Jensen
Outsider POV
466 words
Eric has to bang on the door four goddamn times before Jensen opens it. He's getting pretty impatient. Things to do, people to see and boss around and shit.
"About time," he snaps as soon as the door cracks open and immediately starts talking. "Listen, I need to talk to you about next week. The weather is going to be really shitty and of course, of fucking course we're going to be doing a mostly outdoors episode so shooting is probably going to be an enormous pain in the ass." He glances inside Jensen's trailer and sees Jared sitting on the couch, his hands spread out across his thighs. "Hey, Jared. Oh by the way, I really loved what you did with Sam's scene in that last shot, man. That was fucking perfect. That's why I'm always pushing you, kid. It's 'cause I know you can pull shit like that off."
Its weird, Jared doesn't say anything to him, doesn't even crack a smile or tell him his shirt is gay or those pants make his ass look fat, or anything. He's just glaring at him like he's trying to burn a hole straight through him, or curse him with boils or something. Jesus, he hasn't seen that look on Jared's face since the last time Sam and Dean got in a fight. "Jesus Christ, you two aren't pissed off at each other again, are you? Because that really fucks with production, guys. I thought we had this fucking talk. Jesus." He scrubs his hands through his hair and looks up at Jensen. He hasn't actually looked at Jensen really since he opened the door, just started babbling about shooting and looking down at the papers in his hand and then at Jared on Jensen's couch and wow, Jensen's lips are really red and puffy and his eyes are a little blown. He looks a little like he's been --
Eric sneaks another peek at Jared over on the couch and sees him digging his fingers into his thighs, still glaring at him so fiercely Eric's actually afraid he might erupt in flames if he doesn't get out of there soon and shit. Shit.
"Oh. Oh God. Jim. I'm just -- I'm going to go talk to Jim now."
"Do that," Jensen growls, his voice sandpaper-y rough and fuck, Eric knows why now. So. His two main stars, who by the by play brothers, are fucking each other. Huh. He guesses that's better than them being pissed off and not talking to each other and fucking up lines, making them all stay five hours longer than they want. Whatever, all Eric knows is that if Jensen has trouble with his lines later on account of his sore throat he's going to kick both of their asses.