Hey tier 2 dudes, yet again, a little bonus content for you ... I forced Noah to sit through an interview. He hated every second of it. You’re welcome. Also...Something felt off...
Lucas: Alright. Thanks for sitting your ass down, Noah.
Noah: [arms crossed, annoyed] Yeah, yeah. Fuck off, bro. Don’t say thanks like I had a choice. You wrote me here.
Lucas: Yeah, so, anyway—first question. How would you describe yourself?
Noah: [deadpan] The guy who doesn’t sit around answering dumbass questions. Next.
Lucas: [smirks] Oh come on, humor me. Patreon dudes deserve the content.
Noah: Fine. Tall. Hot. Smarter than you. Done.
Lucas: [teasing] Tall?
Noah: Oh, wanna talk size?
Lucas: [snorts] Wow. Real humble.
Noah: Why the fuck would I be humble? It’s not my fault you write me better than you.
Lucas: [grins, leaning forward] Keep talking like that, I’ll rewrite you into a damn virgin.
Noah: [glares, then smirks faintly] Then nobody would read your shit.
Lucas: Ugh. Ok... What’s something people get wrong about you?
Noah: [leans back] Everything you write. You make me sound like I “pause” and “smile softly” like I’m some lovesick loser. Cut that shit.
Lucas: [rolling his eyes] WTF, no I do not! Fine then, I’ll write you gnawing Liam’s throat out or something.
Noah: [grins now, darkly] Better.
Lucas: Alright. What’s your biggest weakness?
Noah: [flat] Dumb little boys who tell me to stop when they don’t fucking mean it.
Lucas: …so you mean Liam?
Noah: No shit I mean Liam. You know what the fuck I mean. Don’t play dumb.
Lucas: [mocking] Aw. You’re obsessed. That’s cute.
Noah: [leans forward, voice dropping] Fuck off.
Lucas: Moving on. What do you think of Liam?
Noah: [finally grins like the wolf he is] Helpless. Mine. The kind of guy danger likes to notice...
Lucas: [laughs a little too quick, rubbing the back of his neck] Haha—yeah, okay, uhhh—anyway. Next question.
Noah: [tilts his head, eyes narrowing just slightly, smirk deepening] Ah… Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.
Lucas: [laughs, shaking his head] Don’t say another word! Jesus. You’re actually worse than I write you.
Noah: [shrugs] No shit.
Lucas: Ok, ok! ...any advice for the readers?
Noah: [gives Lucas a sharp look] Don’t think you’ve got me figured out.
Lucas: …and any advice for me?
Noah: [stands, glaring as he walks off] Yeah. Stop making me sit through this shit. And stop writing me soft. Or I’ll fuckin’ fix it myself.
Noah: [flips him off without looking back]