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closed starter: @krosxn​ location: Katz’ home

“Hey Kitty-Katzzz,” Leo slurred out, and he repeated himself as he tapped on Katz’ door. Leo had somehow walked from a bar to Katz’ home, too tipsy to go to his actual home or his wife would see him staggering. And he can’t have her seeing him like this. Plus he had wanted to run an idea by Katz. “I had a thought at the bar, what if I had played Jonathon Larson instead of Andrew Garfield?” He shouted into the closed door with elation to the silly thought. “I’d kill 30/90!” He continued on with half lidded eyes.

Do you regret being only an acting coach and not an actor yourself?

"Okay, so you wanna get serious, let's get to it then."

"Yeah, I regret teaching people how to act. I don't want to teach it. I'd rather do the fucking thing myself. I'm tired of giving out my techniques to a bunch of those Riverdale mediocre actors. I've been dying to go out there and try it out again, but with what's been going on in my personal life, I'm going to need a stable job. Unfortunately, acting isn't that."

Penn Badgley as Joe Goldberg in YOU (2018- )

#me

No one hates Joe Goldberg more than Penn Badgley himself

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More than a few minutes had passed that there was only silence between the two; nothing but the ticking of the clock and the tapping of her fingers against her clipboard bouncing off of the walls of her office. Leo had been one of her most stubborn clients by far, and he was even more so without his wife to give him a little nudge in their sessions. She was at a loss of how to get through to him. “Mr. Davis, I’m sure you’re aware that therapy only works when you actually engage in discussion. It’s not worth either of our time to simply sit and stare at one another.” 

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Smug. Completely smug is how anyone could describe Leo in this very moment. Not to mention stubborn and withholding, but he focused on feeling a sense of pride of wasting her time. He, however, was not wasting his time but earning it. the longer he kept her at bay extended his time with his wife. he believed that the woman in front of him wasn’t helping, but making everything worse. anything he said this room was being analyzed. and, hell, not to mention the things his wife would bring up. leo wanted to keep giving her nothing. 

“I’ve got nothing I’d like to discuss with you.” Leo said looking dead into her eyes. There was no hatred in his expression though his words didn’t come from anywhere kind. He looked away from her and relaxed further in his seat. soon he began stroking his beard with his thumb. 

closed starter: @giselesilvas​ location: dreaming of charity event, one of the restrooms 

Leo watched a woman leave the women’s restroom as he stood at a corner adjacent to it. He waited a beat, holding a near empty glass as if he was just some patient partner. It had been a few minutes since anyone had come or gone, so he took the opportunity. He waltz into the restroom, and it was quite notably the cleanest one he had ever been in. He looked around, admiring the fact that it even have a lounge area before the actual restroom part. He was happy with his choice to take over such a place to do his bidding. The men’s room wouldn’t have been as pristine in his opinion. Before he took another step, he locked the restroom from the inside, then placed his glass down on the table dressed in a bouquet of flowers.

He sat one of the fancy bathroom couches, testing out the cushion to get much more comfortable. He loosened the ribbon that was nestled in his dark curls at the back of his head. He let out a sigh as his face was finally revealed to the cool air. He looked at the black and gold leather lion mask in his hand. Embarrassingly, there was already a bit of sweat on his forehead, his body undeniably hot to burn off the amount of alcohol he had already consumed. It wasn’t his fault though. What was he suppose to do when someone kept on walking by with glasses filled with champagne? His last glass would be his last for the moment being, but that’s only because his mouth would be preoccupied with something else. 

From the inner pocket of his coat, Leo had pulled out a slim metal cigarette box and a lighter. He opened it and instantly the potent smell of the box’s contents hit his face. Skunky and earthy more than anything. Two rolled up joints for him which should be more than enough. Why was he about to get high at a charity ball that meant to help the children from becoming like him? One, he was practically dragged here. Two, he had to do something for him to enjoy himself. Three, why the fuck not? He grabbed a joint and lit it at his lips. He sucked and inhaled a nice even hit before exhaling with a chuckle.