#maximumhamada

Fang dropped from the top of the set where he'd been supervising light set up to the floor 15 feet below, flaring his wings as he landed to avoid hurting himself. Noticing the director's attempt at hiding his amusement by taping on his watch, the avian male nodded and jogged to the talent area, where all the actors for this film were getting ready and doing their hair and make-up.

He enjoyed his job, despite it not having any kind of official title. The closet equivalent was head grip, someone who's still in charge of a few techies but does a lot of running around themselves. At the same time though, he also was a general runner, making sure someone who needed something got it, and right now that someone was the director and what they needed was the star of their film.