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Saturday, 6 August 2016 14:56Porthos isn't sure that he'd ever thought he'd see something like a set of a television show, not really.
It's not even like the backstage of the plays they might have seen in Paris. This is all lights and equipment and half-constructed homes that they navigate through. It's all quiet, seeing as they're not shooting today and Lito had given them passes and instructions that they only had a few hours before people would be coming in to shoot scenes.
Still, Porthos thinks that anything is worth it just to see the look of wonder on Aramis' face as they wind down corridors that he recognizes from the show. "Maybe he'll let us come back when they're shooting sometime," he says, tugging on Aramis' hand to pull him towards one of the room sets. "And you and Athos can eye that cute little nurse you both like to watch a little more than the others."
It's not even like the backstage of the plays they might have seen in Paris. This is all lights and equipment and half-constructed homes that they navigate through. It's all quiet, seeing as they're not shooting today and Lito had given them passes and instructions that they only had a few hours before people would be coming in to shoot scenes.
Still, Porthos thinks that anything is worth it just to see the look of wonder on Aramis' face as they wind down corridors that he recognizes from the show. "Maybe he'll let us come back when they're shooting sometime," he says, tugging on Aramis' hand to pull him towards one of the room sets. "And you and Athos can eye that cute little nurse you both like to watch a little more than the others."
