alex, edward, sophia !!
alex: what’s your dream career?
"my dream career is honestly to not have a career,” he says with a shrug. “but not in like a i-can’t-wait-to-stay-home-and-keep-dinner-warm kind of way, but more in like a fuck-capitalism kind of way. which i know, i know, is a schtick i’m stealing from robin, but he’s right! i mean, i love art and getting to animate is such a joy in my life, but then capitalism turns around and makes it into a commodity. i can’t just draw, i have to cater to what my production company needs from me and then consider how well the audience is going to receive it and then change my entire art style based on what kind of design has historically garnered the most amount of profit. it’s exhausting, and it makes me feel like i’m only producing a hollow frame of the creativity i’m capable of. so, uh, sorry, to answer your question -” he regroups a bit. “i want to spend my life making art based on whatever actually inspires me, maybe get famous for it, but only after i die so i never feel pressured to cater to public opinion. i hear that doesn’t pay the bills too well though, so i guess i’m fine where i am.”
edward: do you ever want to get married?
“yeah, i really do.” it’s something he’s thought about a lot throughout his timeline of lovers, but especially with eddie, who hasn’t made his aversion to marriage a secret. “i know it’s an outdated social construct. i’ve read all the feminist theory about how we’ve progressed past the need for wedding bells. but, i don’t know. there’s still something about it that makes me feel a little warm inside. maybe i just like the thought of getting to go to court if somebody wants to break my heart again.”
sophia: what aspect of yourself are you most confident about?
“oh, i know this one! my teeth, look.” he flashes a smile, holding it for a moment before resorting back to his closed-mouth grin. “i like how white and straight they are, unlike me. and all without braces, just a lot of activated charcoal.”









