It was way too early to be getting up during the summer, Meisa grumbled as she climbed out of the taxi. Her vacation back home was way too short and school didn't start for another month, but she needed to start making money before the school year started. Thoughts about school reminded her that she needed to visit some of the art museums soon to start thinking of a senior thesis topic...
She shook her head, clearing all thoughts of school, and noticed someone ahead of her. Was that-? It had to be, no one else walked like Jun at an early morning shoot. Today will be fun.
Treading as quietly as she could, she came up alongside Jun where she noticed that he was clutching a can of coffee like a lifeline. He would probably be super annoyed, she knew that he wasn't a morning person, but it had been awhile and when he looked like that...
"Good morning!" she sang brightly, "Think we'll actually get a fun, happy spread this time? Or more broody, angsty ones?"
Somebody was bright and chirping at him. Jun nearly crushed the coffee can in his hand before he realized who it was. "Meisa," he said, easing up. He also surreptitiously checked his fingers, making sure everything was where it should be. He'd not realized he was so low on food and he'd only had a bit of spleen and some leftover tissues for breakfast.
But at least it was Meisa and he could not only tolerate her, he could enjoy her company. He gave her a small smile. "We can hope for a beach but unless it's 'fierce', I don't think we'll get it." He held the door of the studio open for her. "It's denim today, right?" He shifted his coffee to the crook of his arm and found his wallet, pulling out a dollar. He held it up to her. "I call 'angry and aloof'."
"Jun," Meisa replied in the same tone, though it was slightly teasing. "How are you? Haven't seen you in a while, though that's probably my fault for wanting to get out of New York after the semester ended." He looked okay, but she had seen him look better.
She smiled in thanks as he held the door open. "Is it? Darn, and I was hoping it was the swimsuit ad today."
Tapping her chin, her eyes locked on the dollar bill Jun held up. "If it's denim, I call 'sexy and casual'. 'Casual sexy'?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a crumpled dollar bill and some coins. "Raise you..." she counted the coins, "Eighteen cents that I'll be in a bra and jeans for the shoot."
Jun gave her a bland look for her continued cheer but let it go for a genuine smile as she raised him eighteen cents. "You're on," he said, stepping into the building. It was cooler than outside but only by so much. "It's summer, they're going to put you in a long sleeved shirt that clings." Some photographers were sadists that way. "It might be a fall ad." Though Meisa did do a great 'casual, sexy' look
( ... )
"Adventure and exploration. The only way to live," she stated matter-of-factly. Grinning, Meisa took the last bit of watermelon and offered the plate to Jun for pickings before she set it down on the table. There wasn't any real hurry, despite the frenzied vibe given off by the assistants. She was about to exclaim 'Really?!' when Jun clarified exactly what the waterfall was. "Sounds like fun," she commented instead, "We never got that. Water's an expensive thing to waste in the southwest."
Turning away to hide the soft snort that escaped her, she took a deep breath to school her face into a more solemn look. "Solemn, yes. Most definitely." She remembered the balloon Jun had popped earlier and her mouth twitched. "Is that what you're supposed to wear when a balloon dies?"
The photographer's eyes lit up when she said that. "I've just had a brilliant idea! Miss Kuroki that was inspiring!" He turned away. "Arick! Renee! Balloons! Pop! YES!" As the two assistants began the process of popping balloons, he turned back to Meisa and Jun. "
( ... )
"Lousianna was full of water. Too much water, most of the time," Jun shrugged, taking one last piece of pineapple. "New Orleans got the water, California got the glamour. I know which one I'd have picked."
He was about to respond to the balloon funeral when their photographer went batshit. W.T.F indeed. "Well now they just look like badly abused used condoms," he muttered to Meisa. "Should we change?" he asked a little more loudly.
The photographer was shouting at the guys moving the lights and fans. "No wind, no wind, turn it off and make the lights brighter! Filter? Yes, let's add a color filter to one! Some with alabaster, some with gold! I want to see which is better for the pants! SHIRTS OFF!" he said, finally looking at Jun. He looked rapturous. "Better for the pants!"
Jun looked back at Meisa. "Crazy pants," he said before standing up to tug his wifebeater off again.
Meisa snickered into Jun's shoulder. "Colorful badly abused used condoms," she corrected him, "We obviously need to give them the proper send off." It was starting to look like a psychopath had gone through killing balloons. "I wish I'd kept my mouth shut," she mumbled
( ... )
"Greeeeaaaat," Jun drawled, getting down on the floor to roll around in a fit of mourning. He rolled over and settled, nestling his cheek against a dead red balloon as he started at Meisa. "At least I'm getting my dollar later," he said gravely.
Though this WAS a fun shoot. It was crazy and strange but fun.
"Roll! Away from each other! Be apart in your grief! Turn your back on that joy!"
Jun rolled again, feeling Meisa warm at his back. "Can we go back to feeling joy?" he asked the photographer. "For winter?" He rolled and clenched some dead balloons in his fists. "Or at least sexy-grr?"
Jun looked amused that she was the one to crack first. It was entirely his fault for pointing out that the progression of their 'relationship' was a bit backwards. Luckily the photographer hadn't caught on. A brief look of concern flickered across his face, but it was gone so fast Meisa was sure that she had imagined it
( ... )
Awww'ing was a pretty good sign of a good shoot. It was also a pretty good sign that he would probably end up paying Meisa anyway--he'd said 'fierce' and fierce never got 'awww's. He smiled at her and, since they wanted organic, he tipped Meisa's chin up a bit, catching her shy-acting glance. "I owe you," he said. He tried on his 'Hollywood hunk' voice and smiled at how absolutely retarded he sounded.
"Ah!" One of the assistants cried and Jun shifted his eyes.
Oh. Balloon. He caught it as it drifted by in the 'snow'. "Still a weird shoot," he said, "but not fierce." It was probably one of the most non-fierce jobs he'd ever done in New York. "But I owe you a dollar."
"Mister Jun--this way!"
He turned fully back to the photographer and wondered if he had to love his jeans again.
It was hard to keep up the shy girl persona, especially when Jun started talking with a deeper tone and odd inflection than he usually did. It took every fiber of Meisa's being to not let her smile twitch into a grin. As it was, the corner of her mouth did quirk up in amusement in response to his own smile.
A gasp from one of the assistants caused Meisa to look wide-eyed right into the camera. Click. Go figure.
Jun was more collected, plucking the balloon from the air. Weird shoot indeed. Meisa nodded. "The most fierce we were was at the beginning." She took his arm and hooked her own through. "And maybe when we were on the floor with the balloons..." Before they ended up rolling around in balloon 'carcasses'.
"Woohoo a dollar," she said playfully.
She let Jun slip from her grip as he turned away towards the photographer. "I loooooove it! Miss Meisa! Be a little more bold! Playful! Show off the jacket! Mister Jun! Love your jeans!"
Eyeing the potato snow, Meisa wondered if it were possible to make a 'snowball'.
Jun looked down, rubbing his thumb over the denim on his thigh. "I love my jeans as a friend," he said under his breath. What a stupid instruction, really. And he was starting to sweat under his jacket. It was really too warm for it, even with the increased air. At least they hadn't given him a hat. He let the balloon go and considered the set, giving the camera a broody stare to cover it
( ... )
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She shook her head, clearing all thoughts of school, and noticed someone ahead of her. Was that-? It had to be, no one else walked like Jun at an early morning shoot. Today will be fun.
Treading as quietly as she could, she came up alongside Jun where she noticed that he was clutching a can of coffee like a lifeline. He would probably be super annoyed, she knew that he wasn't a morning person, but it had been awhile and when he looked like that...
"Good morning!" she sang brightly, "Think we'll actually get a fun, happy spread this time? Or more broody, angsty ones?"
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But at least it was Meisa and he could not only tolerate her, he could enjoy her company. He gave her a small smile. "We can hope for a beach but unless it's 'fierce', I don't think we'll get it." He held the door of the studio open for her. "It's denim today, right?" He shifted his coffee to the crook of his arm and found his wallet, pulling out a dollar. He held it up to her. "I call 'angry and aloof'."
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She smiled in thanks as he held the door open. "Is it? Darn, and I was hoping it was the swimsuit ad today."
Tapping her chin, her eyes locked on the dollar bill Jun held up. "If it's denim, I call 'sexy and casual'. 'Casual sexy'?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a crumpled dollar bill and some coins. "Raise you..." she counted the coins, "Eighteen cents that I'll be in a bra and jeans for the shoot."
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Turning away to hide the soft snort that escaped her, she took a deep breath to school her face into a more solemn look. "Solemn, yes. Most definitely." She remembered the balloon Jun had popped earlier and her mouth twitched. "Is that what you're supposed to wear when a balloon dies?"
The photographer's eyes lit up when she said that. "I've just had a brilliant idea! Miss Kuroki that was inspiring!" He turned away. "Arick! Renee! Balloons! Pop! YES!" As the two assistants began the process of popping balloons, he turned back to Meisa and Jun. " ( ... )
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He was about to respond to the balloon funeral when their photographer went batshit. W.T.F indeed. "Well now they just look like badly abused used condoms," he muttered to Meisa. "Should we change?" he asked a little more loudly.
The photographer was shouting at the guys moving the lights and fans. "No wind, no wind, turn it off and make the lights brighter! Filter? Yes, let's add a color filter to one! Some with alabaster, some with gold! I want to see which is better for the pants! SHIRTS OFF!" he said, finally looking at Jun. He looked rapturous. "Better for the pants!"
Jun looked back at Meisa. "Crazy pants," he said before standing up to tug his wifebeater off again.
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Though this WAS a fun shoot. It was crazy and strange but fun.
"Roll! Away from each other! Be apart in your grief! Turn your back on that joy!"
Jun rolled again, feeling Meisa warm at his back. "Can we go back to feeling joy?" he asked the photographer. "For winter?" He rolled and clenched some dead balloons in his fists. "Or at least sexy-grr?"
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"Ah!" One of the assistants cried and Jun shifted his eyes.
Oh. Balloon. He caught it as it drifted by in the 'snow'. "Still a weird shoot," he said, "but not fierce." It was probably one of the most non-fierce jobs he'd ever done in New York. "But I owe you a dollar."
"Mister Jun--this way!"
He turned fully back to the photographer and wondered if he had to love his jeans again.
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A gasp from one of the assistants caused Meisa to look wide-eyed right into the camera. Click. Go figure.
Jun was more collected, plucking the balloon from the air. Weird shoot indeed. Meisa nodded. "The most fierce we were was at the beginning." She took his arm and hooked her own through. "And maybe when we were on the floor with the balloons..." Before they ended up rolling around in balloon 'carcasses'.
"Woohoo a dollar," she said playfully.
She let Jun slip from her grip as he turned away towards the photographer. "I loooooove it! Miss Meisa! Be a little more bold! Playful! Show off the jacket! Mister Jun! Love your jeans!"
Eyeing the potato snow, Meisa wondered if it were possible to make a 'snowball'.
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