[ '' LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!! '' || SWBG ~ AU! ]

Darrel "Dancing" Banana. || Intro + Conversation.

Darrel sat at his desk --- a large mahogany desk you'd see in movies used for respected leaders or higher ups --- with his legs crossed and his eyes busy with glaring at his glass of wine, a deep brooding crimson that he could only drink, since the others were too below him to deserve luxury... He glanced up, hearing his office door open, spinning around in his chair to get a good look at who came in.
For fucks sake, of course it was Broccoli, who else would it be? The woman dressed like an alternative green... Which she was, so he can't really judge her.
He swirled his wine around, forcing his "tv host" personality as Broccoli points a camera at him. He was being filmed, for her blog, wasn't he? Of course he was, a hand of his even flew up to pick at his rather sharp teeth.
Broccoli tapped her camera, and decided to speak up to Darrel, a man that never spoke back unless he was being filmed, or was live, something like that.

🥦 || " Aayyeee, Banana! I'm making a vlog about us, the whole show crew and audience, and I wanted you to introduce yourself! Please, pretty please? You'll get more fame!! People will like you!! " || 📹

Darrel glared, his eyes gliding from the camera, to Broccoli, to the camera again... His smile shifted to something that looked more forced, something that looked like he rolled up on the wrong side of the fruit bowl and was now being filmed without being ready.
He interlocked his fingers, his hands tensing as the fabric of his gloves shifted with, he didn't know what to say or what to do besides smile and mutter his name! His hand moved down, opening up one of his drawers slightly, as if getting ready, before jolting back up to continue the blog!

🍌 || " Why, I don't see what people wouldn't know about me! I'm the Dancing Banana, I have a brother and three nephews, I run my very famous gameshow, I take my job seriously, and I work hard on hosting! I don't do much besides that! " || 🎤

He still had that forced smile, his voice was a sickly sweet sound that filled the usually tense and quiet air of his office, his eyes shutting as he tilted it to the left like a confused dog yet he didn't quite feel any form of confusion, just an angry question of "Why are you in here? Why are you bothering me?"
His yellow-to-black gradient eyes stared straight at where Broccoli's eyes would be if her florets didn't cover them, suddenly glaring her down like she cursed his entire bloodline.
Broccoli cocked a brow, her grip tightening on her camera before she lifted up her notebook to ask more questions, clearly not sensing any form of danger.

🥦 || " Ssooo, uhh... Quick question, from somebody in the audience, actually! " || 📹

He cocks a brow, a quick shift from his eyes as he waited for the question.

🥦 || " They wanna know why you decided to run your own gameshow, if you think you're all high and mighty! A stupid question, my opinion. " || 📹

His smile dropped, just for a second, before he looked around like the question was genuinely the most idiotic shit that could've ever been asked. Most people would've questioned his relationship status, or if he even ate anything, or slept. Not... Not why he ran a gameshow.
He sighed, and rubbed his face, before crossing his arms and making a face.

🍌 || " I decided to run it for fun, and for entertainment purposes! Yup! " || 🎤

He lowered his brow, a more neutral look on his face before he forced a grin, his eye slightly twitching in annoyance. Who would ask that? Why would they ask that? They sounded so full of themselves, nothing like Darrel, no... Not at all...
He shook his head, his eyes now focused on his hand tapping his desk, anger was the only emotion he could name right now, just because of that stupid question! Was it an anonymous question? Does Broccoli know who it's from? Was she keeping it hidden from him on purpose? Why would she do that?
Broccoli moved her hand with her notebook just to slightly fix her collar, awkwardly shifting on her feet as she stared back at the questions... Why were most of them from Pear? What the hell? She only just noticed this now, most if not all were from that critic that doesn't even like this show...