Zeno could hear the commotion even from outside his hut.
"You did it wrong again!" Oska exclaimed, stepping away from the scene while throwing his hands up in frustration. "How long are we going to wait for you to get it right? Is this your first role as a younger brother of a royal? Isn't this your hundredth time playing this? Yet, you still act like a noob!"
Suho straightened, eyes narrowing. Sweat clung to his brow, but he didn't wipe it. "You're one to speak," he snapped, voice cold. "You're messing up the accent. Half the time, you sound like you're from the city and not from ancient times."
Oska scoffed. "Says the guy who keeps forgetting the line right before the sword draw!"
The crew went still. A boom mic operator lowered his arms. The makeup assistant exchanged a worried look with the camera director.
"Cut," came Daeshim PD's voice, tired and exasperated.
