#l thread

       [TEXT TO: Explosion Boy]: Sooooooo, are you a flowers kinda guy?        [TEXT TO: Explosion Boy]: cause if so, I can grab you some if you                                                      let me know your favorite kind. :)

⌲ Nothing was more stressful than fan meet and greets. But today they were doing it on set as apart of the walking tours of Hollywood. So whenever he saw someone, he tried his best to wave and then look busy. Which was what he was currently doing as he scarfed a couple of snacks into his mouth as soon as the person walked up to him.

⌲ Lewis was wearing an oversized hoodie, pulled up and the strings drawn. He was staring a box of razors thinking about buying him. The ones he’d been using has rusted over and it would be nice to have something that wasn’t so--annoying. Or, he could just not buy them and try to actually get better. It was a tough choice, but--he--he grabbed the box and sharply turned the corner, banging into a girl and dropping everything in his hands (razors, a bag of m&ms, and a bottle of water, what a party). “Sorry.”

⌲ He’s walking around the set, there isn’t much going on right now because they’ve just finished shooting for the hour. It’s an action movie, and his role isn’t the most major character this time. He wanted something a little less in the spot light while he’s working on the TV show still. Less conflicting schedules. So he silently walks up behind the guy working on the special effects and hums softly, “So that’s how you do it.”

⌲ He’s lost--that’s all there is to it. At least he can own up to it, so when he walks up to the girl he flashes a smile and shrugs. This building is so large. “Hi I was having a production meeting for thew new Musical I’m supposed to act in, and I’m lost on my way to the cafeteria, you couldn’t point me out could you?”

⌲ He’d just gotten out of make up--it had been years since people were aloud near him when he was in make up, because no one could see the self harm scars he refused to let fade--when he’d sat down on his chair. Script in hand, knees in his chest as he kept to himself and read his lines, making sure to memories the ones that were important. The show was on hiatus so he was picking up small roles in movies. He did look up when someone sat next to him but didn’t say anything.