He nods, motion vehement and voice an affirming hiss, "Mr. Rogers is a fucking treasure."
When the jump-scare comes, and there's absolutely no way around its stupid and manipulative arrival, Bash is completely prepared. Which is to say that Bash's whole body jolts anyway, one eye squinting shut and death grip transferring itself to the side of Lucas' shirt.
After a beat, he uncurls his fingers, biting the inside of his cheek and smoothing out the material in what ultimately fails to be a casual manner. Again, whoops. "Imagine a children's choir singing that song. On a scale of 1 to 10, how awful would that be?"
Lucas & Bash
When the jump-scare comes, and there's absolutely no way around its stupid and manipulative arrival, Bash is completely prepared. Which is to say that Bash's whole body jolts anyway, one eye squinting shut and death grip transferring itself to the side of Lucas' shirt.
After a beat, he uncurls his fingers, biting the inside of his cheek and smoothing out the material in what ultimately fails to be a casual manner. Again, whoops. "Imagine a children's choir singing that song. On a scale of 1 to 10, how awful would that be?"