Adam liked working with Domhnall. He was a good actor with a sense of humor about both himself and "the craft", something that wasn't always a given in this business.
Sometimes he was just a tad... erratic. Like now, when he was bursting into Adam's trailer, red hair standing on end, Hux's uniform a wrinkled mess on him. Costume would have his head on a platter for that, Adam thought. He still got shit for the time he spilled mayo on Kylo's coat.
"Adam, Adam, you have to see this; it's hilarious." Domhnall was almost breathless with glee. He was waving his iPad in the air like a flag.
"What is it?"
"They've written fanfiction about us! Where we're in love!"
Adam wrinkled his nose.
"Based on what? Daisy and Boyega, I get, because they're all up in each other's business, but we're hardly ever asked to do PR together."
Domhnall scowled at him. "Now you're just being obtuse, mate. I'm talking about our characters! About General Hux and Kylo Ren."
"So, hatefucking then." That made more sense.
"Do I have wonders to show you," Domhnall sing-songed. He was furiously swiping at his iPad, no doubt searching for said wonders.
"I'm talking about love and ass-babies and soul-bonds and shite like that! It's brilliant."
"Ass-babies."
"Yes!"
"The fuck are ass-babies supposed to be?"
Domhnall grinned crazily at him.
"Well, Adam, sometimes, when an evil General loves a dark-side force-user very much, the force-user might find himself carrying said General's love child."
Adam bit his lip and considered the mechanics of what Domhnall had told him.
"I suppose I can buy the pregnancy thing. The force works in mysterious ways."
Domhnall looked dubiously at him. "Really, Adam?"
Warming up to his topic, Adam continued.
"Kylo is obsessed with continuing Vader's legacy, so if there was a way for him to create life, even at the cost of his own health, he'd do it, I think."
He narrowed his eyes.
"But Kylo willingly carrying Hux's baby? - That shit is fucked up."
Minifill: Domhnall & Adam in Kylux hell
Sometimes he was just a tad... erratic. Like now, when he was bursting into Adam's trailer, red hair standing on end, Hux's uniform a wrinkled mess on him. Costume would have his head on a platter for that, Adam thought. He still got shit for the time he spilled mayo on Kylo's coat.
"Adam, Adam, you have to see this; it's hilarious." Domhnall was almost breathless with glee. He was waving his iPad in the air like a flag.
"What is it?"
"They've written fanfiction about us! Where we're in love!"
Adam wrinkled his nose.
"Based on what? Daisy and Boyega, I get, because they're all up in each other's business, but we're hardly ever asked to do PR together."
Domhnall scowled at him. "Now you're just being obtuse, mate. I'm talking about our characters! About General Hux and Kylo Ren."
"So, hatefucking then." That made more sense.
"Do I have wonders to show you," Domhnall sing-songed. He was furiously swiping at his iPad, no doubt searching for said wonders.
"I'm talking about love and ass-babies and soul-bonds and shite like that! It's brilliant."
"Ass-babies."
"Yes!"
"The fuck are ass-babies supposed to be?"
Domhnall grinned crazily at him.
"Well, Adam, sometimes, when an evil General loves a dark-side force-user very much, the force-user might find himself carrying said General's love child."
Adam bit his lip and considered the mechanics of what Domhnall had told him.
"I suppose I can buy the pregnancy thing. The force works in mysterious ways."
Domhnall looked dubiously at him. "Really, Adam?"
Warming up to his topic, Adam continued.
"Kylo is obsessed with continuing Vader's legacy, so if there was a way for him to create life, even at the cost of his own health, he'd do it, I think."
He narrowed his eyes.
"But Kylo willingly carrying Hux's baby? - That shit is fucked up."