[He steps inside and looks around. For someone who hit the panic button, the place is pretty clean. He feels out of place with how fancy some of her furniture is. He may have lived in a mansion before, but it wasn't like it was his... His viewing is cut short when his gaze lands on Lottie, who offers more than what he's here for. He can almost feel the heat in his ears. Her words take a while to register — they're far more hospitable than he's used to.]
... Oh, uh, sure! I don't mind. I thought you just wanted to... Nevermind.
[He uses the excuse of looking for a place to sit to sheepishly look away.]
I had a gig earlier today. [ You know, he tells Lottie. At the bar near this popular club everyone talks about? ] Didn't know if I'd make it here in time...
[ Is she nervous when he's surveying her house? Absolutely. There's a stray thought of how she should spruce up more but it's too late, his opinion is already solidified and she has to live knowing this. She has to live with equal regret when he doesn't respond immediately to her offer, Lottie panicking on the inside.
God, she knows cleaning up blood isn't sexy but.. C'mon!! Throw her a bone!!! ]
I know you said you had a lot of stuff to do, too. And I mean, we never set a real time. [ So there's no way he could be late, even if he was, she wouldn't be too irritated. After all, they both know why they're here, and so long as he shows up she can't be mad about it. ] I'm just kinda happy you didn't flake..
[ Was that weird? She chooses not to think over it, instead moving over to a cabinet to get something to clean him with. ]
Are you a freelancer? Or do you actually work there?
[ He settles for a spot in the middle of her couch and takes off his jacket, not sure if she wants it hanging along with her clean, stylish clothes. It pools at the spot next to him. ]
Freelancer, yeah. I'm mostly a musician, and I play for whoever will take me. They tried to make me a regular, but I told them I already had a commitment! This clothing line is getting me to model for 'em. Uh, don't get your hopes up. I don't look great with clothes on.
[ ...She is free to consider the implications of that! The small huff and smile might even say he invites her to. His shirt is tight around his broad chest and back when he starts pulling it off — he has a few injuries he needs her to reach. ]
So you're a blogger? [ does she have a verified account... either way, he goes on: ] Why blogging?
[ She catches that, her mind already considering every implication of that statement. Maybe she can fuck a guy who hurt himself trying to impress her.. She seriously thinks over this as she roams from her cabinet to her bathroom, her response loud enough for him to hear despite the distance. ]
I'm a designer, and a model, actually. [ Humble Bragβ’ alert.. And yes, she is verified, which is Not Good For Her Ego at all, ] So I figured why not two birds with one stone? Blogging puts me out there and gets me in touch with a lot of companies.
[ It's weird to tell people blogging was what you were born to do, so she opts for the safer, less crazy explanation. When she walks back into the living room, items gathered in a neat pile in her arms, she's surprised to see.. A very shirtless man in her house. ]
But I can see why someone snagged you up for their line.. [ Her eyes linger over his tattoos, especially his chest, before delicately placing the first aid kit and all related trinkets on the coffee table in front of him. ] I'm kinda jealous I didn't find you first. Any way I can convince you to join up with my team, instead? We always play to the strength of our models, and if clothes aren't yours.. That isn't really a problem.
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... Oh, uh, sure! I don't mind. I thought you just wanted to... Nevermind.
[He uses the excuse of looking for a place to sit to sheepishly look away.]
I had a gig earlier today. [ You know, he tells Lottie. At the bar near this popular club everyone talks about? ] Didn't know if I'd make it here in time...
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God, she knows cleaning up blood isn't sexy but.. C'mon!! Throw her a bone!!! ]
I know you said you had a lot of stuff to do, too. And I mean, we never set a real time. [ So there's no way he could be late, even if he was, she wouldn't be too irritated. After all, they both know why they're here, and so long as he shows up she can't be mad about it. ] I'm just kinda happy you didn't flake..
[ Was that weird? She chooses not to think over it, instead moving over to a cabinet to get something to clean him with. ]
Are you a freelancer? Or do you actually work there?
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Freelancer, yeah. I'm mostly a musician, and I play for whoever will take me. They tried to make me a regular, but I told them I already had a commitment! This clothing line is getting me to model for 'em. Uh, don't get your hopes up. I don't look great with clothes on.
[ ...She is free to consider the implications of that! The small huff and smile might even say he invites her to. His shirt is tight around his broad chest and back when he starts pulling it off — he has a few injuries he needs her to reach. ]
So you're a blogger? [ does she have a verified account... either way, he goes on: ] Why blogging?
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I'm a designer, and a model, actually. [ Humble Bragβ’ alert.. And yes, she is verified, which is Not Good For Her Ego at all, ] So I figured why not two birds with one stone? Blogging puts me out there and gets me in touch with a lot of companies.
[ It's weird to tell people blogging was what you were born to do, so she opts for the safer, less crazy explanation. When she walks back into the living room, items gathered in a neat pile in her arms, she's surprised to see.. A very shirtless man in her house. ]
But I can see why someone snagged you up for their line.. [ Her eyes linger over his tattoos, especially his chest, before delicately placing the first aid kit and all related trinkets on the coffee table in front of him. ] I'm kinda jealous I didn't find you first. Any way I can convince you to join up with my team, instead? We always play to the strength of our models, and if clothes aren't yours.. That isn't really a problem.