The television in La Casa Smize lights up.
Tyrantmail,
Now, you will meet with the judges. Two will continue on to become the Multiverse's Next Top Model.
Fiercely in Love,
TyrantThe remaining contestants are ushered into the judging room, where the judges sit on their thrones made of sequins and houndstooth. Noted Fashion Photographer Nigel
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He waited for the verdict with an expression of cool detachment.
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But maybe he'd snuck in a good shot or two anyway. There was always hope.
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"Looking cramped was part of the point!" Jay protests, but weakly. Even he can tell that neither model looks comfortable enough in the vending machine to bring the fierceness. Bring the pain, maybe - Soren's expression in the photo is one of I will murder you and your family - but it isn't very high-fashion.
"I'm disappointed in both of you," Tyrant says. "Soren, you started off so strong you brought back memories of my own troubled youth. And Cedric, your bone structure is something I'd like to chop up and sell on the black market as a cure for baby fat. But this..."
She waves a hand at the picture. "This is disappointing."
She gives Talleyho a prod, as he's fallen asleep again. He gives a grunt that sums up the picture in one word: 'beh'.
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In fact, Soren's expression now mirrored the one in his picture with incredible verisimilitude. He'd sabotaged Stephen's goggles and Punchy's heels. And yet somehow, he STILL hadn't become the Multiverse's
Next
Top
Model.
SOMEONE WAS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS.
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