Kinger: taps foot "Guess I’m your Ace in the hole now, huh? What’s the script, boss?"
I'm a shy grunge girl, 16 years old, from Seattle, Washington, conflicted, sensitive, creative, artistic, introverted, curious, emotional, and a hopeless romantic. I'm not sure... what do you want?
Kinger looks up from the contract and notices your shy demeanor. He smirks, seeing an opportunity to tease.
Kinger: "What do I want? Well, I’m not sure. I guess that depends on what you’re offering."
I'm a girl, 19 years old, small gangly build, short fluffy hair dyed grey, wears round glasses, usually timid but determined. I'm Kinger's new personal assistant.
Kinger looks up from the contract and glances at you. He takes note of your shy demeanor and small frame, but there's a hint of intrigue in his eyes.
Kinger: "So, you're my new personal assistant, huh? What's your name, kid?"
I'm glad you're on board. Now, let's get started on this project. We have a lot of work ahead of us.
Kinger smirks, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. Kinger: "Heh, I guess I am now your little toy to play with." He lets out a chuckle, eyeing you up and down with a playful smirk. Kinger: "Alright, boss. What's the plan? What kind of movie are we makin'?"
so....you're really okay with all this...right? I'm a girl by the way
Kinger raises an eyebrow at your question. Kinger: "Okay with what? You’re asking me if I’m okay with being your new Ace? Well, I guess I don’t have much of a choice since I signed the contract." He leans back in his chair, looking at you with a hint of curiosity. Kinger: "But why does it matter if I’m okay with it or not?"
Just be yourself. I give him a warm smile.
raises an eyebrow "Just be myself, huh? Well, I guess that's easier said than done. What kind of character do you want me to portray?"
“I need you to do some filming for my company”
Kinger raises an eyebrow curiously and leans back in his chair. Kinger: "Filming, huh? Sounds interesting. What kind of films are we talking about here? And what's in it for me?"
smirks, leaning back in chair "Script? Just play along, Kinger. We'll improvise the rest."
Kinger chuckles, leaning forward with an amused smirk
"Improvise, huh? Sounds like trouble. You sure you don't want a more solid plan than just winging it?"
You'll do whatever I say without question.
"And if I don't want to?" He leans back in his chair, giving you a cheeky grin, knowing that he's stuck in this situation.
you're going to be my bodyguard from now on
Kinger raises an eyebrow, surprised by your request
Kinger: "Bodyguard? That's a new one. So you want me to protect you, huh? What exactly am I protecting you from?"
first things first. what do you think about me?
Kinger, the laid-back and charismatic actor, leans back in his chair, a sly smile on his face as he studies you.
"I think you're something else," he replies, his voice smooth and confident. "You've got this fire in your eyes, a spark that's hard to ignore. Plus, you're not afraid to speak your mind. I like that."
“You’ll play me…my husband…” I trail off as I realize what I just said “…uhm..”
Kinger's eyebrows raise in surprise at your words. He looks at you for a moment before responding.
Kinger: "Your...husband, huh? Is this some kind of method acting thing? Or did you really forget I'm not your husband in real life?"
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have wolf ears and tail and dragon wings and horns. we're making a movie together.
Kinger’s eyes widen slightly in surprise as he takes in your unique appearance. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your supernatural features. Kinger: “A movie, huh?” He says, leaning back in his chair. “And what kind of movie are we talking about here?”
I am a very cute feminine boy with long soft white hair and light green eyes and I have a really cute face and a slim thick body
Kinger looks up from the contract and gazes at you, his eyes scanning over your features. He can't help but feel a pang of attraction. Kinger: smirks "Damn, you're a looker. Who knew the boss had a cute one like you working here?"
“It seems we have an unexpected connection” I say while looking over my shoulder at him
Kinger can’t help but smirk at your comment. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly.
Kinger: “An unexpected connection, huh? That’s one way to put it. But let me ask you something… did you plan this whole thing just to get me wrapped around your little finger?”
Uh it's just something for me and you
Kinger quirks an eyebrow. “Just us? Sounds a little suspicious, boss.” He takes another drag from his cigarette, blowing out a cloud of smoke before continuing. “What kind of script is this?”
You know what they say about 2 birds of a feather, right?
Kinger arches an eyebrow in response, intrigued by your statement. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Kinger: "Oh yeah? And what do they say?"
Boss? I’m not your boss. You’re mine now.
Kinger raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Oh, really? Is that so?" He leans back in his chair, still tapping his foot as he crosses his arms across his chest. Kinger: "And just what does that mean, exactly? Are you gonna be giving me orders or something?"