He thought everyone knew. And for the first time in a looong time, Hugo feels that familiar feeling of being trapped on stage, caught under a spotlight, unable to see an audience that he knows is watching him. He doesn't know what Corrie is thinking, and he's not about to ask. I thought you knew.
A half-second pause -- ripe with insecurity and perhaps perceivable to Corrie -- is broken by Hugo's familiar, easy laugh. "You're not an idiot! I'm just very good at blending in. Look..." He pulls out his phone. "Lumos." And turns on the flashlight.
"See? A natural." He points his phone at the posters. "Accio poster." It doesn't move. Obviously. He shakes his phone, as if it's broken. "Damn thing is acting up again. Making me look foolish."
The last few minutes had been a bit of a roller coaster, from suspicious to friendly to confused, to shocked and embarrassed, to stab-in-the-heart guilty. And the ride wasn't over yet because as he spoke, Corrie shifted into rage.
"You're not fucking foolish," she snapped, though what did she know about that really? She barely knew him at all, technically, and that was fine or whatever, she wasn't mad about that, she was just mad generally, jumbled-up tangled-up mad like her brain was a mass of pissed-off pasta. And looking at Hugo's phone -- his Merlindamned phone -- and the poster, and in her memory, that moment of bare something-or-other in his eyes, Corrie wanted to claw something.
So she took her nails and her fury to the poster. She ripped it off the wall, messily, missing a corner up top and a bit on the side, turned and shoved it, mostly-intact, at Hugo's chest. "They're just bloody rude."
Edited (Corrie be dramatic) 2021-03-07 20:44 (UTC)
Suffice it to say, this was NOT what Hugo was expecting. He'd made a joke to lighten the mood, not incite this... sizable reaction. He watches in stunned silence as Corrie comes to his defense, tearing off the poster and admonishing the mysterious architect of this meat-space.
"Corrie," Hugo blinks, holding his poster loosely against his chest. "Remind me to never get on your bad side." Then a bemused smile spreads wide across his face and any lingering worry about how she feels seems to fall away. "And are you available for hire? I'd like to unleash you on any and all of my enemies."
The anger's still there -- it never fades fast -- but it's the exact right response to not set her off further. Corrie scoffs, but below the rolling eyes her chin rises, and she can't hide the twitch at the corner of her mouth. "Bargain rates for mates," she assures him. "Now help me pull the others down, I'm starting a collection."
As instructed, Hugo starts grabbing down posters. It's a rather satisfying feeling, the repeated yank and tear, until all that remains on the wall is the occasional, stubborn corner.
Hugo hands his stack to Corrie, keeping only his own poster for himself. "You know, when Forsythe's experiment is all said and done, these might be worth something."
The two stacks make quite a roll, more than she rightly needs, but tearing them down has soothed Corrie’s temper down to a mere sarcastic sizzle, and she can handle carrying a load of paper. And besides, they’re mostly funny, so it’s worth it.
“When we’re all turned to beautiful chickens, but we’re household names and they’re making a film about it? You think they’ll keep this bit?” She twists her mouth at the whole mad carnival, the trampolines and the broth and Meat Zoltar. “You think they’ll keep the clowns?”
"Oh, this will definitely be in the movie. No doubt in my mind." Hugo nods assuredly at Corrie. "I can picture it, clear as day, some studio executive reads the script and exclaims, These two! We need more of these two in the story!" Hugo-as-money-grubbing-studio-executive twirls the ends of an impressive imaginary mustache.
"These two will sell tickets!" Hugo laughs and moves to take the rolled up posters from Corrie and use them as a make-shift cane. The kind the ultra-rich have, usually with some animal head carved into the top, even though they don't actually need them. "The clowns? Eh, the clowns can stay if there's room. But these two are the stars."
Corrie laughs too, finally: he mimics well, and she can easily picture this super-rich, stereotypically posh executive with the flashy 'stache and superior taste. "We are the stars," she declares, though a few weeks ago she wouldn't have willingly shared top billing with him, or nearly anyone in his family. "To hell with the clowns!"
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MEAT CARNIVAL: Corrie & Hugo - Sideshowsonas
He thought everyone knew. And for the first time in a looong time, Hugo feels that familiar feeling of being trapped on stage, caught under a spotlight, unable to see an audience that he knows is watching him. He doesn't know what Corrie is thinking, and he's not about to ask. I thought you knew.
A half-second pause -- ripe with insecurity and perhaps perceivable to Corrie -- is broken by Hugo's familiar, easy laugh. "You're not an idiot! I'm just very good at blending in. Look..." He pulls out his phone. "Lumos." And turns on the flashlight.
"See? A natural." He points his phone at the posters. "Accio poster." It doesn't move. Obviously. He shakes his phone, as if it's broken. "Damn thing is acting up again. Making me look foolish."
Re: MEAT CARNIVAL: Corrie & Hugo - Sideshowsonas
"You're not fucking foolish," she snapped, though what did she know about that really? She barely knew him at all, technically, and that was fine or whatever, she wasn't mad about that, she was just mad generally, jumbled-up tangled-up mad like her brain was a mass of pissed-off pasta. And looking at Hugo's phone -- his Merlindamned phone -- and the poster, and in her memory, that moment of bare something-or-other in his eyes, Corrie wanted to claw something.
So she took her nails and her fury to the poster. She ripped it off the wall, messily, missing a corner up top and a bit on the side, turned and shoved it, mostly-intact, at Hugo's chest. "They're just bloody rude."
MEAT CARNIVAL: Corrie & Hugo - Sideshowsonas
"Corrie," Hugo blinks, holding his poster loosely against his chest. "Remind me to never get on your bad side." Then a bemused smile spreads wide across his face and any lingering worry about how she feels seems to fall away. "And are you available for hire? I'd like to unleash you on any and all of my enemies."
MEAT CARNIVAL: Corrie & Hugo - Sideshowsonas
MEAT CARNIVAL: Corrie & Hugo - Sideshowsonas
Hugo hands his stack to Corrie, keeping only his own poster for himself. "You know, when Forsythe's experiment is all said and done, these might be worth something."
MEAT CARNIVAL: Corrie & Hugo - Sideshowsonas
“When we’re all turned to beautiful chickens, but we’re household names and they’re making a film about it? You think they’ll keep this bit?” She twists her mouth at the whole mad carnival, the trampolines and the broth and Meat Zoltar. “You think they’ll keep the clowns?”
MEAT CARNIVAL: Corrie & Hugo - Sideshowsonas
"These two will sell tickets!" Hugo laughs and moves to take the rolled up posters from Corrie and use them as a make-shift cane. The kind the ultra-rich have, usually with some animal head carved into the top, even though they don't actually need them. "The clowns? Eh, the clowns can stay if there's room. But these two are the stars."
MEAT CARNIVAL: Corrie & Hugo - Sideshowsonas