[ He ever-so-subtly adds a "Bitch" under his breath after he turns away toward the hall. And as soon as he thinks they're out of earshot-- ]
What the hell was that? Late? It was fucking 1:52. It's not like it takes eight minutes to sign photo releases, it's not filling out a complete medical history.
[ He's also just going to be extra defensive about this because if not for his impromptu hair appointment, they definitely could have been here twenty minutes sooner. But, hey, shouldn't this place look at that as saving their stylist the time and effort?
Assuming they even have stylists in this craphole.
As soon as he gets to the specified door he's just going to head right in without hesitation, going through the habitual motion of politely holding the door open behind him, but not holding it nearly long enough because he's not really paying attention. Sorry. ]
[ Yosuke huffs as well, shuffling behind Redžo as he spares the front desk attendant a glance over his shoulder. ]
I dunno, man. It's not really boding well for this project...
[ He's a little more apprehensive, now. How will the actual photoshoot go if this is the attitude this company has...?
Well, whatever. They have to see what's going to happen. Yosuke has to kind of rush in after him as they get to their studio, letting the door fall shut right behind him.
And oh boy, there is their photographer, who looks like Bob Ross but with a camera. ]
[ Oh my god. He may have been subconsciously wishing for whoever was in here to be the opposite of that lady at the front desk, but this was not how he might have expected that wish to manifest. ]
Not literally, I hope.
[ He puts on a polite smile and gives a little chuckle to make it look like that was a joke, but if this clown tries to put them in fucking flower costumes or something... ]
Nice to meet you. [ NOT REALLY. ] Do you mind telling us a little more about this project -- you know, any particular theme? Style, atmosphere? We didn't get many details ahead of time.
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Thanks.
[ He ever-so-subtly adds a "Bitch" under his breath after he turns away toward the hall. And as soon as he thinks they're out of earshot-- ]
What the hell was that? Late? It was fucking 1:52. It's not like it takes eight minutes to sign photo releases, it's not filling out a complete medical history.
[ He's also just going to be extra defensive about this because if not for his impromptu hair appointment, they definitely could have been here twenty minutes sooner. But, hey, shouldn't this place look at that as saving their stylist the time and effort?
Assuming they even have stylists in this craphole.
As soon as he gets to the specified door he's just going to head right in without hesitation, going through the habitual motion of politely holding the door open behind him, but not holding it nearly long enough because he's not really paying attention. Sorry. ]
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I dunno, man. It's not really boding well for this project...
[ He's a little more apprehensive, now. How will the actual photoshoot go if this is the attitude this company has...?
Well, whatever. They have to see what's going to happen. Yosuke has to kind of rush in after him as they get to their studio, letting the door fall shut right behind him.
And oh boy, there is their photographer, who looks like Bob Ross but with a camera. ]
Heeellloooo! You must be my new flowers.
[ Wait, what? ]
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Not literally, I hope.
[ He puts on a polite smile and gives a little chuckle to make it look like that was a joke, but if this clown tries to put them in fucking flower costumes or something... ]
Nice to meet you. [ NOT REALLY. ] Do you mind telling us a little more about this project -- you know, any particular theme? Style, atmosphere? We didn't get many details ahead of time.
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[ Well...here they are. Yosuke now has zero confidence in this going any way that he's going to like. ]
Every month has a different thing. And you two are...
[ He looks at a notebook that's overflowing with seemingly random papers, flipping through a few pages, others falling to the floor. ]
July! Oh yes, we're going with fun in the sun and patriotism!
[ Oh god. ]
Uh...is that, like...set in stone?
Hm? Well...I just have July and November left...