RP: Job
Draco had awoken before it was time and took a long shower. He didn't do anything with his hair as he knew they'd want to redo it at the studio. He'd gotten dressed and waited for Harry, not say much beyond what was necessary. What was the point? Harry hated him, so he might as well keep quiet.
On set, through several changes of clothing, Draco didn't really bother with going elsewhere to change. He socialized with the other models as he stripped down to briefs and threw on the next set of clothes. The hairdressers and make up artists fussed over him and preened him and the photographer complimented him. However, behind the scenes, the other models trashed him, talking about how much weight he may have gained or lost and what accounts he was demeaning himself to work on. The hairdressers joked about how he was a 'closet case' and in general, everyone was two-faced.
Draco looked rather tired by the end of it and just threw on his clothes and nodded to Harry to take them back to his flat.
On set, through several changes of clothing, Draco didn't really bother with going elsewhere to change. He socialized with the other models as he stripped down to briefs and threw on the next set of clothes. The hairdressers and make up artists fussed over him and preened him and the photographer complimented him. However, behind the scenes, the other models trashed him, talking about how much weight he may have gained or lost and what accounts he was demeaning himself to work on. The hairdressers joked about how he was a 'closet case' and in general, everyone was two-faced.
Draco looked rather tired by the end of it and just threw on his clothes and nodded to Harry to take them back to his flat.