He arched his back in a long stretch. A plane from Britain to America was a pain to coordinate, and the flight itself was long with more turbulence than he had hoped. And the drive was a nightmare— taking two whole days. At least he got to sleep in between.

Ugh, if driving on the right side of the road wasn’t enough, then this occupation had to be it.

He held some paperwork in his hand, arriving to the set studio warehouse with several other security to ensure safety. He had to admit, they made him a bit uneasy, Americans.

The set was large and spacious, but people freely wandered about: cleaning, building, painting, eating, chatting, chasing down animals for set, and casting. He could make out a few actors actively filming over a massive pool of water, cutting the film once jumping into the water. The monolithic structure that was called a “Colossus” shut down for cleaning for the next set of casting.

He could already tell this was going to be an amazing experience.

And the Colossus looked just as he had patented. In his submission, at least.

He shyly acquitted himself with several crew members he would be working with, exchanging names and schedule data. His heart jumped into his mouth, then down to his stomach at the sight of pulleys and strings.

He was never a fan of heights. Having no solid ground beneath his feet and a lack of control frightened him. And just saying that they’ll teach him “everything he needed to know” didn’t do much in the moment.

“Excuse me for a moment— do you have anywhere I could eat?” He inquired after a long minute of mental rehearsal. He could really go for a potato stew. If they had that.

He was guided to a long table that several other members of the cast and crew were eating at, deciding to make himself at home.

That was when you showed up.

“Agh-! Sorry,” He put a hand on his chest, blinking a few times at you and scrutinizing your face. “I uh…heh, wasn’t expecting company. You are?”

He lifted a brow gently, brown eyes soft and curious.