starter for @flcshfly
Nervously wringing his hands, Angel stood outside his co-star's dressing room, attempting to pluck up the courage to knock.
Not that the dressing room belonged to him. It was merely a room that was on rotation between the various actors who were on set that day. Angel was one of the few who were provided with a permanent room, and it was blindingly obvious that this was for his boss's benefit rather than Angel's. To be Valentino's star performer meant recieving a host of unwanted attention that often felt more sadistic than it did affectionate. But the moth had a different brand of sadism reserved for those he despised that private dressing rooms didn't accomplish.
Floyd was a new addition to Valentino's roster, and it had been a staggering revelation to Angel when the Overlord smugly boasted that this was the infamous pimp he had worked for (and eventually killed) in life. The way that Val had spun his yarn conjoured up images of an almost supernatural horror, a nightmarish creature that succeeded in influencing even the likes of Valentino.
When the star had been introduced to the short, skeevy, down-on-his-luck fly demon in the flesh... to say that he was not what Angel expected was something of an understatement.
As it stood, Floyd had been under Val's management for a few weeks, and today they had wrapped up the third movie he and Angel had been cast in together. When Angel had received the script for the first movie, he had prayed that playing a more aggressive role on-screen would be a one-off. It was blatantly obvious that having his bottom bitch dominate his ex-pimp was some sick fantasy of the moth's, and the spider dared to hope his boss would be satiated after one shoot of this nature.
Of course, hope was a futile device for a soul in his position. In the subsequent two shoots, Val had only ramped up the brutality, leaving Angel increasingly sickened by his own actions. He was most often on the recieving end of such acts, and empathy cut deep as Val instructed that he "don't hold back" when filming with Floyd. Although he was skeptical regarding the legitimacy of Val's tall tales about the ex-pimp, there was no doubt in Angel's mind that the fly demon was guilty as sin - being a pimp was, in itself, incriminating of a number of moral failings. However, that didn't mean Angel was comfortable acting as a proxy for Val to wreak his vengeance, especially using a form of violence Angel knew and understood so intimately.
He cleared his throat as he stubbornly faced the door, still having yet to knock. He didn't want to have this conversation. Outside of brief small-talk, scripted exchanges, and the odd on-set disagreement, the pair hadn't spoken at all - and here Angel was, set to tell the sinner he didn't want to be inflicting this kind of damage on someone clearly unwilling. That he didn't enjoy it. That he was sorry.
Swallowing what was left of his pride, he finally knocked.
By the time the door opened, Angel's heart was racing, a hot mixture of anxiety and embarassment preventing him from actually meeting his coworkers' eyes.
"Hey, uh..." the spider trailed off awkwardly, cringing internally at this being their first civil interaction. "Sorry ta interrupt but, uh... Look, can I come in?"