[ 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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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.