Post by newwwwusername on Jan 14, 2023 5:18:11 GMT
Chronology : Pre-canon
Headcanons : Autistic!Dennis, Dennis has ADHD, Female!Chris
Dennis was sitting backstage with a blank expression on his face. He was leaned over, his hands clasped together tightly and his right leg bouncing up and down rapidly. They were taking a short break from rehearsal to get water and cool down. They'd just gotten done running act one of The Murder At Haversham Manor, and Dennis was beginning to worry because he didn't know his lines for act two all that well. Max walked by and had to do a double take when he saw his friend's panicked state.
"Dennis?" he asked gently, causing Dennis to snap out of his dazed state. He looked up at the taller man in alarm before processing who was talking to him. "Are you okay there, man?"
"Um..." Dennis trailed off, swallowing nervously. He knew if he told, say, Robert that he didn't know most of act two a week before the show, he surely would've been scolded about how he was irresponsible and tarnishing the good name of the Cornley Polytechnic Drama Society (as if his not knowing some lines would be the nail in the coffin of that shitshow), but this was Max. Max knew his own faults better than anyone and wouldn't be a dick about it. "I don't really know my lines for act two"
"Oh" Max replied before smiling warmly and giving Dennis a playful whack on the shoulder. "That's no biggie" he assured. "We can run over them a bunch this week. Besides, it's not like the play is tomorrow"
"I know, but... Ugh" Dennis groaned, annoyed at himself. "I always tell myself I'm gonna read them but then I get distracted and I forget, and-"
"Dennis, look at me" Max cut him off, seeing that he was just stressing himself out more. Dennis' mouth clamped shut and he looked up at Max, eyes going right past him while his hands opened and closed rapidly. Max sighed and sat next to him on the couch. "It's not the end of the world, really" he assured his friend. "First off, knowing our track record, I doubt you stumbling over a few lines would be the worst issue. Secondly, you're good at improv" he praised. "And, thirdly, if anyone makes fun of you, I'll have a chat with them"
"I'm not worried about the audience" Dennis told him. "It's not like I'll see any of them again anyway. I'm worried about disappointing Chris" he explained. "This is her first time directing a show and I don't want to make her hate me"
"She won't hate you" Max dismissed. "None of us could ever hate you. You're too loveable for that"
"Okay..." Dennis took a deep breath. "It's fine. I'm fine. It'll be fine"
"That's the spirit!"
"Thank you, Max"
"Any time, man"
Headcanons : Autistic!Dennis, Dennis has ADHD, Female!Chris
Dennis was sitting backstage with a blank expression on his face. He was leaned over, his hands clasped together tightly and his right leg bouncing up and down rapidly. They were taking a short break from rehearsal to get water and cool down. They'd just gotten done running act one of The Murder At Haversham Manor, and Dennis was beginning to worry because he didn't know his lines for act two all that well. Max walked by and had to do a double take when he saw his friend's panicked state.
"Dennis?" he asked gently, causing Dennis to snap out of his dazed state. He looked up at the taller man in alarm before processing who was talking to him. "Are you okay there, man?"
"Um..." Dennis trailed off, swallowing nervously. He knew if he told, say, Robert that he didn't know most of act two a week before the show, he surely would've been scolded about how he was irresponsible and tarnishing the good name of the Cornley Polytechnic Drama Society (as if his not knowing some lines would be the nail in the coffin of that shitshow), but this was Max. Max knew his own faults better than anyone and wouldn't be a dick about it. "I don't really know my lines for act two"
"Oh" Max replied before smiling warmly and giving Dennis a playful whack on the shoulder. "That's no biggie" he assured. "We can run over them a bunch this week. Besides, it's not like the play is tomorrow"
"I know, but... Ugh" Dennis groaned, annoyed at himself. "I always tell myself I'm gonna read them but then I get distracted and I forget, and-"
"Dennis, look at me" Max cut him off, seeing that he was just stressing himself out more. Dennis' mouth clamped shut and he looked up at Max, eyes going right past him while his hands opened and closed rapidly. Max sighed and sat next to him on the couch. "It's not the end of the world, really" he assured his friend. "First off, knowing our track record, I doubt you stumbling over a few lines would be the worst issue. Secondly, you're good at improv" he praised. "And, thirdly, if anyone makes fun of you, I'll have a chat with them"
"I'm not worried about the audience" Dennis told him. "It's not like I'll see any of them again anyway. I'm worried about disappointing Chris" he explained. "This is her first time directing a show and I don't want to make her hate me"
"She won't hate you" Max dismissed. "None of us could ever hate you. You're too loveable for that"
"Okay..." Dennis took a deep breath. "It's fine. I'm fine. It'll be fine"
"That's the spirit!"
"Thank you, Max"
"Any time, man"