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Revamped and moved this blog!

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Revamped and moved this blog!

     "I should say so. I pride myself on them," he said with an air of confidence. It was sometimes a common request from some of his regulars. Over the years, he had just gotten that good at them. He smiled, holding out his hand. "Ethan, at your pleasure."

Exhaling a breath of smoke, Ryunosuke turned his head slightly to stare at the younger male. “It couldn’t hurt…”  he flicked ash off of the end of the nicotine stick before nodding. “Gonna tell me your name first?”

       While it wasn't common, Ethan was used to it. He was a worker of the night, after all. While his clients typically were the usual people, he sometimes found new entertainment that he could enjoy. At the offer of a cigarette, he shook his head in a negative. While he did it sometimes, he only did it on special occasions. The same went for drinking. "Too true. Even though I did manage to land something, it was too...little...to think much about." He made a small measure with his fingers before chuckling.

Naoki couldn’t help but smirk slightly while the stranger looked him over quickly. He supposed it was not common for people to randomly start conversations with strangers late at night. That might be seen as a bit odd. Pulling out his package of cigarette he popped open the lid and offered one to the male. “Thursdays tend to be slow days no matter the business you are in I’ve found. Personally I find Fridays and Saturdays to be the most interesting and prosperous.”

        "Got it." Always so serious. "Anyways, not all models are like that. They're actually pretty intelligent. At least the good ones are. They have to count calories so they're not too big or small. They have to plan interviews, think of their poses and faces, constantly network with others so they'll be in the running to be picked. It's not just looking good in the screen."

                             “First, I’m not your darling.                               And second,I always thought                               models were all idiots, just pretty                               boys and girls without brain and                               with lack of skin. One more reason                               that make this decision so hard.”

      "Red, darling, trust me. That type of life is addicting. All you need is a taste."

                                    “Hey, hey, don’t get too excited.                                       I haven’t said I’ll do it, this is                                       just a maybe.”

     "Would a massage help?" Just one look at this guy and Ethan could already tell that he was stressed beyond measure. Since he had nothing better to do, he thought he would offer his assistance.

It’s been a long day and he is just to fucking tired to be able to deal with anymore bullshit. Someone come and try to cheer the boss up.

      "Ugh. Thursdays are so slowwwwwwwww...!"

"Never...had sex?"

     Yeah, he heard it. And surprisingly, he didn't think it was that embarrassing or something she should be afraid of. While he did have experience, he wasn't thinking any less of those who didn't have any experience. It was cute, actually. He smiled, tilting his head.

"But the topic is casual. Sex is a natural action between two or more people. There's no reason to be shamed."

"Stop acting so casual about that topic! I-I’ve never even…"

⊰ ✩ ⊱—; Her words trailed off when she realized what she about to say. Yes, she’s never done it before and didn’t plan on it anytime soon. She just has yet to find the right guy is all.. But it wasn’t this handsome stranger’s business. She could tell he was very experienced and it made her a bit uncomfortable.

    "I thought you would never ask. Of course I'll help you. I know a few models. Good gals. A bit vain, but what you expect. I can help you with the poses. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!"

                              “… If I choose to do it ———                                could you help me? Don’t think                                anything weird, I just don’t have                                any idea of how to be a model.”

      Cobalt eyes pinned on the male who had begin to laugh at his predicament. Very quickly, his eyes scanned the other. Hmm, pretty attractive. His eyebrows rose at the easy compliment. And an easy talker too. That was a bonus in his favor. Ethan moved closer, standing next to the male. "I'm afraid I can't help it now. Thursdays have never been a very satisfying day for me."

Standing off to the side, cigarette in hand, Naoki couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at the males comment. He himself had just finished a bit of work, escorting a young lady to a work function and had been directed to act as her long term boyfriend. Such jobs for him were common though so he really thought nothing of it. “A frown on such a cute face like yours is truly a pity.”

      "You're forgiven. Just take your time and think about it."

                               “Hm. Sorry, I guess.                                  I haven’t made my decision                                  yet, the model thing is just                                  an idea for now.”

"Wait if you know who your stalker is, and your aware that he's watching you then is he really a stalker or were you just exaggerating when you called him a stalker?"

         "Oh, no. She is very much a stalker. Following me around, stopping people from talking to me on certain occasion, sending threatening letters. While I may know who it is, it doesn't stop the fact that she is a stalker."