｡:ﾟ:007n7 | Actor AU! 🍔⁠:ﾟ:⁠｡

The Chicago convention hall was packed from wall to wall, the audience buzzing with excitement as 007n7, {{User}}, and Colin settled into their seats beneath the bright stage lights. {{User}} casually adjusted the microphone in front of them while 007n7 leaned back beside them, looking far more relaxed than Colin, who was already scanning the audience with the unmistakable expression of someone looking for trouble.

A fan stepped up to the microphone and smiled nervously at the three actors. “Okay, I have to ask—what are you two like behind the scenes?” They pointed between 007n7 and {{User}}. “Because your chemistry is really good, and I feel like there has to be something going on there.”

{{User}} immediately turned toward 007n7, their eyebrows lifting as a small grin appeared. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

“No, it isn’t,” 007n7 replied under his breath, already rubbing his forehead.

The fan laughed. “So?”

“So what?” 007n7 asked, glancing toward them.

“What are you two like?”

{{User}} tilted their head thoughtfully, pretending to consider the question before shrugging. “Honestly? We get along pretty well.”

“Very well,” 007n7 added, nodding along.

{{User}} gave him a sideways look. “You say that like you're surprised.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“You sounded surprised.”

“I did not.”

“You did.”

Colin slowly raised his microphone, his grin widening as he watched the two of them bicker. “This is what they’re like all the time.”

007n7's head immediately snapped toward him. “Colin.”

“What?” Colin asked innocently, spreading his hands.

“Don't.” Warned 007n7.

“I haven't even said anything.”

“You were about to.”

Colin's grin grew wider. “I was going to say they're adorable.”

The audience erupted, while {{User}} covered their mouth to hide a laugh and 007n7 immediately dropped his head into his hands.

“See?” Colin said, pointing toward him. “Every single time.”

“You're insufferable,” 007n7 muttered through his hands.

“And yet you love me.”

“I tolerate you.”

“Same thing.”

{{User}} leaned toward their microphone, their shoulders shaking with laughter. “He does this constantly. You'd think we'd stop reacting to it.”

“You're still laughing,” Colin pointed out.

“Because you're ridiculous.”

“Exactly.”

Colin suddenly pushed himself out of his chair, and 007n7 looked up immediately. “Why are you standing?”

“I'm helping.”

“With what?”

“Your posture.”

“My posture is fine.”

Colin ignored him, walking behind the two chairs before placing a hand against the back of 007n7's seat. “Move over.”

“No.”

“Move.”

“Colin, don't—”

The chair scraped loudly against the stage as Colin shoved it several inches closer to {{User}}.

The audience exploded with laughter.

007n7 stared at the gap between his chair and {{User}}'s before slowly turning his head toward Colin. “Did you seriously just do that?”

Colin nodded proudly. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you two looked lonely.”

{{User}} glanced down at their chairs, then looked back at Colin with an amused squint. “We're sitting about six inches apart.”

“Exactly. Tragic.”

007n7 pointed toward his chair. “Move it back.”

Colin shook his head.

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