#buzzdavidson

“There you are! You know, I thought you might just ditch for better plans of your own making.” Peyton’s smile was genuine as she reached towards @buzz-davidson, one hand touching his arm, lips grazing his cheek in greeting. Although it was hard to get out of a work-related event -- and most people would rather not -- she was well aware of someone’s personal preferences clashing with their wanting to make connections, or pleasing their superiors. “I haven’t seen you around the studio so much lately. Is post-prod treating you too roughly?” she inquired, eyebrows arching up slightly.

“Hey,” Dylan crooned, one hand going to pat the top of his hair down, the other self-consciously tugging to keep his shirt from riding up and exposing what was some very just-got-done-eating belly. “What’re you doing? How’s Superhuman life?” Luckily stopping his own tongue before he could fire off another question, he instead settled for a slightly cheesy smile. “I - I like your shoes. They’re nice.” And... where was the literal bottomless pit when you needed it?