dumb boys becoming dumb hipster boys.

[longwinded]

[John met Dave at a fashion shoot two years ago. Kanaya had been holding a fashion show and Dave had agreed to be one of the models in it, this is when John was trying to dabble in photography as the person behind the camera. He found he really had no talent for it at all, instead he graduated with a degree photo processing. So Kanaya had kept him on board after they found a new photographer.

That's when John officially met Dave. Dave was a special kind of guy. No college degree, just a knack for what he loved to do. John had seen some of Dave's work through some hipster tumblr blog. The photos had been obviously raw, no processing- but he had to admit Dave has this special ability to take the PERFECT shot. It makes him jealous that he decided to not pursue the career behind the camera.

But as talented as Dave may be, he's also like any other person John works with. He's kind of picky when it comes to how his photos are processed and while John sometimes gets some of the shots processed how Dave wants them. He doesn't always get it right the first time. Which makes Dave complain and become high maintenance which in return causes John to complain about Dave to Rose. Today he decides to bring three different options. The model was Rose, an absolutely beautiful girl who she knew through Kanaya. Who better to model your clothing line than your girlfriend, right?]

Hey, Dave.

[He walks into the studio with three of her prints, all processed differently. It looks like John has been behind the computer for quite some time being as careful as he could to process them the three different ways he knows Dave likes. He never thought of even trying anything new.

When he approaches Dave he holds them out.] I finished three separate prints, and one of them has to go to Kanaya by tomorrow evening. Which one do you like best?

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[knightime]

[Dave raises an eyebrow. He's giving John such a look.]

Do I want to know why?

They're just eyes. [And he usually wears sunglasses, John.] Take a picture. It'll last longer.

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[Please Dave. Please keep giving him that look. He is going to fancy the idea of a picture though.]

Mind coming back to the studio then?

[knightime]

Well. No?

[That wasn't really the question he was expecting. Ok.] I want to eat first.

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We'll eat first.

[He hasn't used his own camera in so long and he wants Dave to pose, just for him. With no one else there.]

[knightime]

[Whatever. Dave is just gonna get his food and eat. It's obvious how different Dave's body language reads this exposed. He still holds himself up high, but it seems like he's also closing himself off from everyone to keep himself safe. He keeps his eyes on his food and refuses to make eye contact with anyone else.]

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[John notices this, and it is in this moment he decides to eat his chicken nuggets as quickly (and unsloppily) as he can. Because getting Dave back to the studio would be their best bet right now.]

We can go as soon as you're ready.

[knightime]

Someone had an appetite.

[Dave just gets up to put his trash in the garbage.] Alright, man. Whatever you want.

[longwinded]

Oh, yeah. I was starving. I really couldn't eat this morning.

[Good now they can get the hell out of here and get Dave to a place he feels comfortable.] You sure you son't mind posing for me after you did all that posing today?

[knightime]

Why would I mind? I mean, might as well end the day with more posing, right?

[Dave heads out.] What exactly am I doing though?

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I don't know. Not everyone wants to pose the entire day. You might ge not wanted to pose the entire day.

[John shrugs.] We'll figure it out.

[knightime]

Doesn't matter to me. Just know I don't do this for just anyone, alright?

[He can't really say no to John, he's realized. Fuck does he have it bad.]

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I'm swooning as we speak, Dave.

[As they get closer to the studio, John stops off at his car and gets a camera bag out of the trunk. Yes. He does carry his with him. Don't judge him.]

[knightime]

Yeah, yeah.

[Dave unlocks the studio and heads inside, not waiting for John. Whatever. The door is unlocked and John can let himself in.]

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[John gathers his equipment from the car and walks back inside. Immediately heading back to the huge studio- setting his stuff down and pulling soft boxes down.

He knows what he wants to do.

Hell, Dave might even like the outcome of this is he executed it well enough. He really hopes so. He looks up to Dave in the department of photography.]

Alright, unbutton your shirt midway.

[John is taking no prisoners here.]

[knightime]

Wow, someone is being saucy. I'm starting to wonder what these photos are for exactly.

[Teasing aside, Dave gets into place and starts unbuttoning his shirt for the other.

You're the one with the camera.

Still. He's fairly curious what John wants out of this.]

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Oh you know, artistic reasons. It would only be super saucy if I asked you to do some sexy pose, which you don't have to do unless you want to.

[....Suggesting mildly maybe.....]

[knightime]

Artistic he says.

[But Dave takes a seat and spreads his legs as he leans back a little. He's totally giving John a haughty look. Is that saucy enough for you, John?]

[longwinded]

Mhmm.

[John starts taking pictures. Compulsively looking at his camera, and then changing angles. John won't show in his face that he may be struggling- he was just never an adequate photographer.

The one photo that makes him even a little nervous to get is the one where he is going to have to hover over Dave. Which is what he is doing now. Sorry Dave- he's all in your business.]

[knightime]

[Dave just looks up at John and the camera, and damn if that ain't a really piercing gaze. Like he's fucking staring right at you John.

Is this really what you wanted to do? Have some photoshoot. Or is there more to it?]

[longwinded]

[There is a lot more to it. There is so much more to it. But why would he tell Dave that? He is looking at his camera, seeming pleased with what he has.

But look down, while Dave was still posing like that. Hm. He was a captivating human being. Every lean inch of him.]

You've probably heard this before, but you're gorgeous.

[It didn't matter what angle, Dave was beautiful.]

[knightime]

[Dave raises an eyebrow at the other.]

Not often. If you mean when I actually have to model, then yeah, but you wouldn't guess the photographer in the ratty old sweater is the same guy who posed in a suit for Vogue.

Is there a reason you wanted to do this? [He still thinks John has another reason for this.]

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[John doesn't move. But he does put his camera to his side. He doesn't understand why. He doesn't.]

I thought the photographer in the ratty old sweater was pretty damn attractive too.

I dunno, I never got a chance to actually photograph a model by myself. Maybe I wanted to spend more time with you. We eat Taco Bell and get drunk together, but we don't do much outside of that. [Dancing around all of the reasons.]

[knightime]

You're a load of bullshit. If people didn't know my name, they'd think I'm just some unhygienic asshole who somehow made it big.

[He can't actually believe John would find him attractive unless he made an effort to look nice.]

Okay. But you can easily call or text me and ask me to hang out. You're really fucking shitty at lying. If you're gonna give me an excuse, at least make it up to par. What is up, John.

[longwinded]

Regardless, to me, you're attractive. Can't help what I'm attracted to Dave. I guess it happens to be blonde guys in frumpy sweaters.

[Man, can't John just stare? And be amazed? Why does he have to answer questions.]

Right, but I just didn't want to be like "Oh hey man are you busy at this second", every single time I want to hang out. What is up? Nothing is up. I just called you attractive and wanted to hang out more is all.

[knightime]

John. The only person I drop all my shit for to hang out is you. Maybe Rose, but there's reasons for that usually. You're the only asshole I spend a shit amount of time for.

If you aren't going to spit it out, I'm fucking leaving. [He's not fucking around, John.]

What the fuck is up.