#gcmerdil

thanks to @thecompetitor and @manmaketh for coming up with these wonderful muses!

Dylan hadn’t noticed that they were falling sleep in all honesty, it wasn’t like the film they were watching was all that bad to warrant it. They were the one who suggested it in fact, so really it seemed a little rude to tune out. Hearing Alyssa’s cheery voice prompted them to blink into focus, rubbing at their eyes with the palm of their hand. When they noticed their head on her shoulder, they pulled themselves upright, “Oh damn, yeah yeah I do,” they paused and straightened out their top, “I do not usually do that I promise you.”

     As soon as she asked the question, she realized how it probably sounded,      how she probably came off to Dil. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like  --  It’s  not  a      bad  thing,”  she attempted to explain, tucking her hair behind her ear and      shaking her head. “I’m just not used to quiet people. Well, Tamina’s pretty      quiet, but I know how to get her talking. You, though . . . You’re a mystery.      That’s   not   a bad  thing,  either,  I’m  just  not  sure  how  to  talk  to  you      without talking at you.” And she wanted  to,  though  maybe  the  problem      was  that Dil didn’t want to talk to her. In which case, she was just making      them      uncomfortable,      which      wasn’t      her     intention     at     all.

No. No. No. They did not want to be here, they did not want to be doing this. It was all their fault for agreeing to socialise more openly with the staff and roster members alike. Not for a second did they think they were going to be forced into a cupboard with someone they barely knew, nor for it to be someone they’d become a fan of for a while now. This was utterly mortifying on every level and they wanted out. Which was exactly why they were flailing about, trying to escape before something bad happened. But as fate would have had it, the flailing would be their downfall. When the door wouldn’t give way, they rebounded and fell into TJ, rather hard. Dil scrambled to their feet and held their hands up in pure innocence, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to - I’m just, tight spaces aren’t great for me...”

Almost immediately Dil budged a little further away, the implication behind those words putting the fear of god into their very soul. They knew without a doubt that Baron meant those words, and with the menacing look on his face they didn’t dare want to chance it. The movie hadn’t even started yet and they were already experiencing small levels of fear. “I’ve had my coffee fix today,” they sulked, a small pout on their lips. They were a little embarrassed that it had been so easily assumed that they would fall asleep at a moment’s notice. “Plus me and horror? We’ve got a good relationship - I won’t be fallin’ asleep for nothin’.”

Auggie - Ugh. The biggest baby to ever. He doesn’t go out looking for sympathy but when he’s ill he seems to over dramatise it to the max. Please ignore him, he isn’t dying.

“Really wished I could have seen that all up close,” Dylan commented, it had been a wild event to say the least and even thought they didn’t mind steering clear of the action they kind of wished they had the opportunity to see the backlash backstage. There were a lot of unhappy expressions spread through the superstars and the fans, they just hoped that didn’t extend to their present company.