You will never guess where the Gale love scene started for me... in a graveyard after having talked to Raphael.
I was in underwear and shoes only, and everything was so absurd that recording it seemed like an obligation.
Once I found out why exactly I was running around in underwear on camp, I fixed it to have a more... appropriate love scene.
🤣 My character apparently already knew what was coming and thought she could just spare them the time to undress her.
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My lips treading your most inappropriate regions is the only appropriate thing to do. All red lines erased henceforth...
Random Xpressions
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Nobody's here for Egon x Peter but it happened
Peter pins him to the wall.
“Egon. Honey. Handsome. Sweetie. How long have we known each other?”
“Enough to have the talk, I presume.”
“Right. Tell me when was the last time you shared clothing with a woman.”
This again. Egon can't believe it.
“Kindergarten", he states. "My sister would regularly steal my sweatshirts.”
“Mm. And when was the last time a woman spent the night with you?”
Oh, this is brilliant. Egon smiles.
“Funny you should ask that. Dorothy May, the girl from Accounting you dated? She kipped in my room after she got drunk and passed out one night. She confused me for her roommate for some reason, which was strange because I am pretty sure I do not exhibit prominent female qualities. Nevertheless, she crashed on my bed and I tried to study all night. She left in the morning, cursing. It’s not my fondest memory.”
Peter is quiet for a moment. Whether its because he has no recollection of the girl or remembers her all too well, Egon can't decipher. What matters is, his mouth is shut for good fifteen seconds before Venkman sighs and says:
“Ah, yes. Dottie, a fever dream. Yeah, a real sweetheart. So, on the campus.”
“Yes.”
“All those years without, say, borrowing pajamas? Sharing a bed? Cuddling? Sleeping together? All that… hormone- adjacent stuff?”
“You claim to know me, Venkman. Take a guess.”
Thing is, Egon’s stare is much stronger than Peter’s and he doesn’t feel like sharing the details of his private life out loud. There are lots of things they don’t know about each other— and it’s okay, it’s not like you should scrape every little thing out of your bestie’s past. With that in mind, Egon’s silence grinds forever and finally pushes Peter into submission.
“…Alright. Okay, I see what’s going on. I’m not preaching”, Pete sighs, then puts both hands on Egon’s shoulders. “But I’ll name what I see and I see this: the bags under your eyes are gone. Your cheeks are rosy. You fucking smile, Egie. You never smile! So I’m kinda petrified— but hey, who am I to judge. All I’m saying is: think about it. Yeah? Old uncle Pete’s advice. I’ve made many mistakes so that people like you can learn from them.”
“Done?” Egon asks, not even blinking. “Wonderful. Focus now. I need you downstairs in five. The subject is about to wake up. It requires a qualified parapsychologist with a particularly invasive personality.”
"I love you too, honey."
"Five minutes."
Peter blows him a kiss and disappears behind the corner.
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