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Thank goodness, Ethan's stomach was beginning to eat itself. He offers his scene partner a cheerful <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c10000">"nice work!"</span> as the people around him scatter from the stage and the auditorium to enjoy their break. The theatre looks a little ominous when it's empty, and he makes quick work of crossing the stage floor into the gloomy back. It's cooler in the shadows, and especially in the green room once he gets there. Those hot stage lights are going to be the bane of his existence once they start dress rehearsals. It's rather funny to think that they'll be sweating their butts off while having to pretend they're in the middle of winter. But since the production is set to start during <i>actual</i> winter, maybe the warmth will be somewhat of a relief compared to outside.<br/>
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His dinner, which he has stored in the tiny fridge provided for the cast and crew, comprises only a turkey sandwich and some water. He probably should have put more thought into it earlier, but he was more focused on getting to work on time for his rehearsal. He only gets a few bites in at one of the green room's tables before his phone goes off. Smirking around his bite, he answers the call without bothering to check the caller ID.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c10000">"Helloooo my dear,"</span> he chirps, confident in the greeting on account of his love for men and Naomi's lack thereof. It takes very little time for Naomi to launch into her daily ramblings about her asshole boss, and he makes continued noises of sympathy around his sandwich.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c10000">"That sounds awful, Mi,"</span> he agrees once the woman has paused for breath. The nickname was a natural consequence of Naomi's shortening of his name to simply 'E,' since 'N' didn't have quite the same ring to it, and it rhymed with 'E.'  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c10000">"I still can't believe you haven't quit yet with all that you have to put up with. I mean, it's nice and all, but I would have thrown in the towel long ago."</span> Well, maybe. Depending.<br/>
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He accepts her attempt at changing the conversation, now thoroughly finished with his sandwich. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c10000">"It's not really new,"</span> he admits with a chuckle, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c10000">"It's almost always the same people playing the leads. That's theatre, love it or hate it. But my coworkers are great, so I really have nothing to complain about."</span> In comparison to Naomi's dreadful circumstances, he almost feels guilty for having so little to complain about. In another way, though, it's somewhat ironic. That the upper-class red blood vampir is the one essentially stuck in servitude, and he, the secret hybrid, has been gifted with a satisfying life. He's not sure he's done anything to earn it.<br/>
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A tap on his shoulder draws his attention away toward a familiar redhead, and he breaks into a grin.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c10000">"Lydia,"</span> he greets, putting the call on speaker mode so that Naomi isn't left out of the conversation.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c10000">"Well it's bound to be a ten since you're in it,"</span> he flatters, hip to Lydia's game. He gestures toward the phone as if he were introducing the two in person. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c10000">"Have you and Naomi met before? I feel like you must have. You'd get along famously, I'm sure."</span> They're very similar people in certain ways. Maybe that's why Ethan is friends with them both.</div><div style="
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