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Jan 26, 2004 11:40

Set during/after this.Keira stands in the hallway, still and silent, in an effort to locate Astin. That's always the best way to find him: to listen for the rattle of equipment, the whir of a camera, the quiet mumbling, the purposeful footsteps. The studio is uncharacteristically silent this morning, echoing only with Johnny and Sarah's muffled ( Read more... )

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focusoutof January 29 2004, 07:19:08 UTC
His fingers stalling against panel he's holding, Astin's lip quirk slightly despite himself. There are only two people who will slip in a "Sean." Even then, Astin forgets to answer to it. Johnny knows better than to call him "Sean" at work. Astin is professional. Astin is Johnny's man. But Johnny is also the one who will call Astin up at night when he's writing reminders for the next work day on a memo pad and a ballpoint pen, the first words out of Johnny's mouth being, Sean, my man.

Astin reaches for the dirty rag on his knee and wipes his even dirtier fingers on it. He looks sideways up at Keira, whose face is clear and bright and young, who always smells good, who doesn't pretend that Astin is part of the scenery. She tends to look at him as if she's half expecting him to do or say something extraordinary, when all he does is occasionally tell her, "There, arm above your head, okay, but your hand on his ass, yeah, nice." He turns his attention back to his panel, bent from someone accidentally stepping on it, the incompetent asshole. The plastic is shot, but the wires could be salvaged.

"Thought I told you a dozen times," Astin mumbles down at the camera, but with his small, quirked smile still on his lips. "The name's Astin."

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Re: keira_nightly January 29 2004, 07:44:54 UTC
Keira narrows her eyes comically at him, a grin threatening to ruin the effect. A smiling Sean is a rare thing to behold; she's glad she caught him unaware, relatively relaxed for once, alone in his little world of quiet grudges and things she doesn't know the names of.

She leans her shoulder against the doorjamb, canting her hips. "And I must've replied the same way a dozen time. If you're going to take pictures of me naked, you're going to be Sean. Tough."

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