Watching Dakota wordlessly sass the brunette, Flynn couldn’t help but smirk, making a shooing motion with a couple of sweeps of his hand. Dakota’s presence was always a welcome one, relief found in the knowledge that he could say whatever he wanted without the other scolding him for lacking a conscience or reminding him of the serious weight of the topics he joked about. After all, was that not the point? The humor behind such jokes was that most people didn’t have the courage or creativity to make light of them. In fact, Flynn believed that most people didn’t have enough of an open mind to search for the humor in a shit situation. He, of course, was a veteran in this area, having used humor as a weapon against insanity in the face of some of the grimmer aspects of his story. His dark eyes lit up in interest at the mention of the fake blood. “You know how to make it? Can you show me?” he questioned, a grin sprouting on his mouth at the other’s determination to see this idea through. “A few months to mourn. Hear that, pussies? That’s all you get,” Flynn called out, volume rising a bit as he directed the taunt to a nearby group of theater kids. Turning back to Dakota, he smirked. “Sweeney Todd would be amazing. Catch me being the first person to audition.”
At Flynn asking if he knew how to make fake blood , Dakota’s lips curled into a rare grin ( he had a tendency to appear rather deadpan ; his parents often knocked on him for it as a child. ) ❝ Hey , ❞ a thin and bony hand reached to touch Flynn’s shoulder , ❝ I can do pretty much anything in that department. SFX makeup ?? I fucking love it. ❞ Letting his hand hang loose , he pulled out his phone and opened his gallery , selecting a folder containing numerous works of makeup he’d done on himself. They ranged from artsy to horrifying , obviously all taking more than ten minutes of his time to create. ❝ The closest I have to a portfolio - but that’s why I’m begging us to do more . . . GORY shit. So after this little mourning window we’ve made , ❞ and that was including his own mourning , since it’d been months but he still hadn’t really fully come to terms with Tati’s death , ❝ we start up a production of Sweeney Todd. And I don’t even care if I don’t get a part ; I’m DOING the makeup and the fake blood and that shit. ❞