It was already a crappy morning. Even before he even left his house, Sherrill already knew this day was going to suck.
Why?
Well, a few reasons.
When he woke up he found the house FREEZING because the electricity had gone out. Because of THIS he had to nearly freeze his ass off just to get dressed. When he finally got dressed, he tried to make a quick breakfast of toast but found the toaster was broken. So what did he have instead? A cherry "chewy" granola bar.
On top of all of this, he still had to go to work and THAT'S what topped it all off.
"Freaking heater...freaking toaster..." Sherrill hissed, locking the door while attempting to keep his long hair out of his face. "Why does this have to happen to ME?"
As soon as Sherrill turned to walk off, a gust of cold wind smacked him in the face, sending his hair flying almost directly up.
"AUUUGH!" Sherrill flailed. "Ah SCREW IT!" He pulled his hair into a ponytail and stuffed it down the back of his grey sweater.
God how he hated his hair. If it was up to him, he would've shaved his head bald. But the damn director wouldn't allow it.
All because of the fag character he had to play. The character that wasn't anything LIKE him. For one, his character was overly enthusiastic while Sherrill himself didn't give a shit about what happened around him. Two, Sherrill hated his 'daughter' Road. She was a stuck up little brat. And three, he would NEVER, even if his life depended on it, want to kiss Tyki.
Ahh Tyki. If only the fangirls knew.
Sherrill stopped in front of the huge grey studio; his prison.
"Here I go..." Sherrill sighed. "To hell I go..." He threw open the heavy matching doors to the studio, the warm air hitting him as a reminder that he had to do this every day until D.Gray-Man ended rather than a relief from the cold weather outside.
The first thing he saw when he walked in was, like he always did, Debito stuffing donuts down his throat while, every so often, washing down the sugary remains with sugared down coffee.
"Yuck, Debito." Sherrill grimaced, walking over to Debito and the breakfast table.
Debito swallowed the mouthful of cherry donut. "What's disgusting?"
Sherrill shook his head. "You're going to get fat off of all that crap."
"Me? FAT?" Debito cackled. He pulled the waist of his pants and let go, letting them slap back around his hips. "You're FUNNY, Sherrill. I mean, I eat all the time and I can still fit into the tight crap I have to wear."
Sherrill let out a small laugh.
It was funny. If you didn't know Debito, you would have looked at him and guessed that he just experienced a major break up or something and didn't give a crap any more. He was wearing a humongous blue sweater and loose grey sweat pants. These made him look thirty pounds bigger than he really was.
"Oh yeah." Sherrill chuckled. "Just wait a few years." He grabbed a cup and filled it halfway with coffee. "You'll be looking like Chaoji..."
Debito dropped the chocolate donut he was about to stuff in his mouth. "Wh-What was that SHERRILL?!"
Sherrill smirked and walked off.
He flopped down in a faded red recliner near the new T.V.; his usual spot. This usually meant he had ten minutes to watch a bit of T.V. and quickly drink his coffee before he came in and annoyed the crap out of everyone. And by he, he meant--
"Hallo lovelehs!" Tyki yelled to Debito and Sherrill (the only people in the lounge of the studio), his purple scarf fluttering behind him. "I'm sorry I'm so late. Traffic was DREADFUL!"
Debito glanced at Tyki then went back to scarfing donuts and coffee.
"Late..." Sherrill shook his head. "Damn."
Tyki walked over to Debito and gasped. "Debi-tan! Do you know how HORRIBLE that stuff is for your figure? Especially those ah-DORABLE thighs of yours?!" He grabbed a low fat granola bar from off the table, grabbed a water bottle from out of the cooler and thrust them at Debito. "If you're going to eat ANYTHING eat those." He snatched the chocolate donut out of Debito's hand. "And why don't you go run on the treadmill for ten mintues to work off all the weight you just gained?"
Debito turned bright red. "W-Weight? W-What the hell do you m-mean WEIGHT? My metabolism--"
"What Tyki is TRYING to say is that you're starting to look pregnant." Sherrill scoffed. "So get off your fat ass, quit eating donuts, and get on the treadmill."
Debito threw down the granola bar and the bottle of water and crossed his arms. "I'll just STARVE myself then!"
"Oh please." Came another voice. "You can hardly go ten MINUTES without stuffing your face with fatty foods."
Everyone simultaneously turned to look near the studio doors; Jasdero.
He had his long blond hair tied back in a loose ponytail and was wearing a tight black sweater with equally tight light blue jeans.
"Ooh! Jassy-kun!" Tyki shuffled over to Jasdero and tightly wrapped his arms around his waist. "You are looking absolutely dee-licious today! Special occasion?"
Jasdero pushed Tyki away and walked over the the breakfast table. "I dress like this every day, Tyki. Quit acting like I don't so you can have an excuse to touch me."
"It's not MY fault your so HAWT." Tyki pouted.
"I'm ignoring that comment." Jasdero said, grabbing a bottle of water out of the cooler next to the table. He turned to Debito. "What are YOU wearing? It looks like Goodwill threw up on you."
"What do you HAVE against what I'm WEARING?" Debito snapped. "Like it MATTERS what we wear now! We're just going to change into our costumes later!"
Jasdero sat down in the chair opposite Sherrill and crossed his legs. "My point is you're an actor, Debito. Not some slob that works at McDonalds. You want people to ENVY you, not think 'he must be the donut delivery boy at that D.Gray place.' Therefore, you must look hot--" He gave Tyki a 'say-something-and-I'll-stuff-your-head-down-Debito's-throat' look. "--all the time."
"I don't believe that." Sherrill butted in.
"Oh?" Jasdero smirked. "Then what do you believe, Sherrill?"
"I say that people should envy your money; your status. Not the shit you wear."
"So you say if I walk around the streets looking like Goodwill here, people will believe I have thousands of dollars?"
"No. But I'm sure if I walked around looking like you, people would think I'm gay."
"Oh, Sherrill. From what people have seen of you on the show, they already think you're gay."
Sherrill was silent.
It took ALL his strength not to wrap his hands around Jasdero's throat and throw him into a wall.
Jasdero was always like this. ALWAYS. He pretended he was better than everyone else just because his only 'rival' for fashion was Tyki. Therefore, he was better than everyone else...according to him.
Sure he was, dare he say it, sexier then the character he played; Debito's loveable blond twin who was also apparently a masochist. But, in truth, he was an ass.
But Sherrill didn't dare say anything; he wasn't any better then Jasdero.
"What's wrong with being GAY?" Tyki broke the awkward silence.
"Nothing." Debito's shoulders dropped. "I'm going to my dressing room..."
"Ah! Splendid idea!" Tyki clapped. "Shall Tyki help?"
"Don't touch me." Debito hissed, stomping off.
"Oh dear!" Tyki squealed. "He's even kee-YOOTER when he's mad. Oh, if only Debito drank." He looked up. "He would get drunk and since he wouldn't be able to do anything I could--OOH! I get chills just thinking about it!"
Jasdero and Sherrill exchanged disgusted looks.
"Tyki, please keep your Debito rape fantasies to yourself..." Jadero threw the now empty water bottle in the trash can near him. "We don't want to hear about--"
"UHF!" Sherrill's head jerked forward. "W-What the he--" He looked back, trying to figure out the cause of this sudden...action. "Lavi?!"
The red-head behind him laughed and attempted to hide the giant plastic fish prop he had hit Sherrill with behind his back. "Oh! Hello Sherrill-tama. I-I-How ARE you this WONDERFUL Monday morning?"
Sherrill's eye twitched.
Ugh. Lavi. The most immature actor...ever. Even worse than Tyki; he was a five-year-old in an eighteen-year-old's body.
"What do you want Lavi?" Sherrill sighed.
Lavi held up Kanda's sword; Mugen. "Look!"
"Lavi..." Sherrill snatched Mugen away from him. "What did director tell you about going into other people's dressing rooms?"
"Uh...Don't...do it?" Lavi grinned.
"And WHY aren't you supposed to?"
"Because...people need their privacy?"
Sherrill forced himself to smile. "Vewy GOOD." His smile faded as quickly as it appeared. "Now leave me alone and go bug Cross or something."
"Buh-But Cross-san isn't here...and he doesn't like to be bothered. He's a...'germatobe.'"
"Germaphobe. Now go play in traffic or something."
Lavi threw the fish aside and walked off.
"Brat." Sherrill sneered, setting the sword on the table beside him. "Why did the director even hire him in the first place?"
"I want to know the same about you." Jadsero grinned.
Sherrill clenched his fists and forced yet another smile. "Funny coming from someone who only had to try out for a retard."
"Hn." Jasdero's grin widened. "I'd rather be a retard then a pedophile."
Sherrill jumped out of his chair "The HELL did you call me?!" He lunged forward, ready to rip Jasdero's eyes out of that blond little head of his.
Before he could, Tyki raced forward and tackled Sherrill, pinning him to the floor. "Sherbert, leave Jassy alone. He's always like this, you know that."
Like HELL he did.
"Get OFF of me, TYKI!" Sherrill struggled to get out from under Tyki, wildly flailing his arms in an attempt to grap on to the recliner he was previously sitting in.
"Not until you promise not to kill Jasdero."
"FINE. I WON'T. Not get your bony ASS off of me!"
Tyki hopped off of Sherrill. "Alright. I don't see why you two fight all the time. I mean, you two don't really have a reason to..."
At that moment, Cross walked in clutching his script to his turtleneck sweater. "Uh...h-hi everyo--"
"CUROSSU!" Tyki scrambled away from Sherrill and Jasdero and hugged Cross. "So glad you're here early for on--"
"WAUUUGHH!" Cross flailed, dropped his script and ran to a corner of the lounge. "Duh-Don't t-t-touch me! I-I don't know where y-you've put your h-hands and you could h-have AIDS! AUGH! AIDS?! NOOO!" He sprinted to his dressing room.
Yup, That was typical Cross. He was like, an OCD germaphobe. He hated being even slightly touched by anyone, hence the fact he had TONS of Germ-X and Febreze in his dressing room.
"A-Am I-I that dirty?" Tyki sniffled, pulling his scarf over his mouth.
"According to Cross, everyone is dirty." Jasdero stood up to get another water bottle. "You should have learned not to take it personally by now..."
Tyki nodded. "I-I know b-but I'm not dirty...I even take two showers everyday and...and...I'M EVEN STILL A VIRGIN!"
Sherrill stared at Tyki. "WHAT?"
Tyki grinned and blinked. "I ammmm. Those fangirls haven't gotten to me yet."
Cross, now in a completely different set of clothes and smelling like vanilla, walked back in the room. "I-I need my script..." He went completely around Tyki and warily picked up his script. "Uh...I-I'm going bak to my r-room. If d-director comes can s-someone--AUGH!" He flung his script at Tyki and hauled ass out of the lounge yelling, "I FORGOT! M-MY SCRIPT WAS TOUCHED BY A DIRTY GAY MANNNN!"
"The hell?" Sherrill scoffed.
"I-I AM A DIRTY PERSON!" Tyki, crying, also ran toward the dressing rooms.
Sherrill and Jasdero both stared in the direction that Tyki and Cross had ran.
"Today...is going to be interesting." Jasdero sighed.
Sherrill nodded.
Shit. At least they agreed on one thing.