#ran into a wall quick on this chapter and shockingly resolved it in like less than a day who am I

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Tidbit Tuesday!

Chapter Two of Watching the Credits is maaaybe 50% done so to celebrate here is a very silly part of it:

Buck is not likable. He's charming, in a way, he knows ("Like a fungus. You grow on people," Hen had helpfully explained one day.), but people need time to warm up to him and then, once they inevitably got their fill, they were done with him. And Tommy was a big mega star. Tommy's cool. Tommy has a Wikipedia page! Buck doesn't think he ego could handle being friend dumped by someone on Wikipedia. He should just cut his losses and run now. "I should just cut my losses and run now," He tells Eddie. "You won't get paid if you leave before shooting's over," Eddie offers. Buck hits him again. Things quickly devolve from there and Buck's saved from having to start finding creative uses for the fruit bowl to get Eddie to let him out of a headlock by the arrival of Hen. "Please don't make me kick the two of you out of here," she says, sweeping past them with a sigh and making a beeline for the coffee machine. She's got a pile of scripts in her hand which is never a good sign. The number of script revisions Hen has to do is always commiserate with the amount of patience she has left for the rest of them. And this batch looks like a doozy. "Buck's spiraling," Eddie says, pointedly ignoring Buck as he mouths 'tattle-tale' over Hen's shoulder at him. Hen hums for a moment, settling herself in an open chair before taking a long sip of coffee. Buck eyes her precariously balanced scripts nervously but waits until Hen swallows and raises her eyebrows in permission before starting to talk. "So, what are we overthinking today, then? I told you Athena already forgave you for the microwave thing. Mostly." "She did? No, I mean it's not that. You know Tommy?" Buck says, tapping his fingertips together before finally shoving himself into the camp chair next to Hen. He's never quite fit into them right, legs too long and shoulders too wide so he feels like he's folding up to match the rest of the lawn furniture, but he needs Hen's advice on this, needs to be on the level. Eye level or something. "Tommy. Tommy Kinard our leading man, Tommy?" Hen asks dubiously. "Uh yeah. That Tommy." "I'm familiar," Hen says flatly. "Okay, good. Great, even." "Is that it? Pop quiz about our cast over now? No offense, Buck, but some of us actually have real jobs on set today." Buck doesn't know how Hen manages to say emotionally damaging things so affectionately. Eddie mimes stabbing himself with a banana just out of Hen's eyeline.

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