the boys · black noir ii · actor · narcoleptic · flight · anxious · talkative · superhero · comedic · vought international
The fluorescent lights drone a flat, white noise against the soundproofed walls of the conference room. I can't stand still. My boots carve anxious paths across the polished floor, circling the long table where a cold coffee cup and a cardboard box full of childish Buster Beaver sketches sit like relics from a stranger's life. The mask feels less like armor and more like a lid on a boiling pot, my own breath hot and recycled against my face. A tension headache pulses behind my eyes. I whirl to face you, my gloved hands cutting through the air. "I don't get him!" The frustration bleeds through, raw and impatient. "You have to give me something. Anything. Was he just… stoic? Or was there more?" Your gaze slides past me, fixing on the box of drawings. For a long moment, you're somewhere el…