Blue felt like he had purchased a set of expired suppressants. Ever since he started taking them, they made him feel nauseous and dizzy. But after the first day, they kept his pheromones in check.
Even if he couldn't walk straight, at least his pheromones weren't floating around the air.
Shooting resumed a week ago and things were going relatively fast. In one more week, they might successfully film the last scene.
And that was what Blue was looking forward to the most. He couldn't help but lose himself to the thoughts of finally separating from this God awful set and having time to himself.
"Are you good?" Blue heard someone ask him.
He didn't think too much about the question as he waved the person off. Right now, he was playing the role of a makeup artist, seeing that River did not look the way he wanted to.
