Jun didn't like to be cold but the effects of being cold were much more tolerable than those of being overly warm. Plus, there was always the advantage of layering his clothes and looking fabulous in the crisp autumn colors. He raked his hair back from his face and smiled at the crowd around him entering the park. Today was a good day. He'd eaten well and so, despite being ravenous, he was in good shape and today's shoot promised to be much cooler than a studio arrangement
( ... )
The staring match with the ruined PB&J sandwich was intense. Probably a little more so than warranted, but Meisa had been looking forward to eating a little something before the shoot. She sighed, there was an apple in her backpack somewhere. About to put the sandwich aside, she felt hands dropping on her shoulders and startling the breath from her lungs.
"Oof," she grunted, panicked that she couldn't scream right away to call the attention of the crew. The assailant said something about not screaming as she took a deep breath. "Hel-" Wait. That voice sounded familiar. Despite trying to be menacing. "JUN!" she cried, looking and directing a mock glare towards where the voice had come from. "You scared the bejeezus out of me!"
She chuckled and let the glare dissolve into a smile. "It's been a while! It sucks that our schedules can't seem to match up." Meisa pursed her lips. "And now I have work while you're probably free... What are you doing here anyway?"
For a second he really thought she WOULD scream. And that it would be hysterical. But then she caught on to him and he laughed at her anyhow. "That was the point," he grinned, swinging himself over the back of the bench and sitting down beside her. "And it has sucked. It made me even more sorry that I had to flake out on you last time." He was hopeful that today he could turn that around.
"As for what I'm doing here..." He kicked his feet out and stretched his legs. "I believe it's fall/winter fashion and outwear shoot." He slid her a sideways glance and a half smile. "I think you might know the lady I'm working with today? She did something crazy with balloons and a giant mushroom not that long ago."
Meisa pouted as Jun swung over the bench into the spot next to her. "Not funny, what if my instinct was to punch instead of yell? I could have broken your nose or something! You're lucky this time, mister," she said with as straight a face as she could manage. Her lips twitched up anyways.
They still had a little time to catch up, she thought as she glanced down at her watch. The last bit Jun said registered. He was here for work? A wide grin split her face and she tried to sound nonchalant as she replied, "Oh? I may have heard of her. Fierce face? Yeah I saw the ads. You looked great by the way."
The crew was setting up backdrops and testing the light now. "It's a catalog shoot today, I doubt anything crazy will happen this time." She giggled and found the apple in her backpack. "Famous last words, I bet," she said before biting into the apple.
Jun tried to love the tree but he was a little distracted by how this shoot had gone from mostly normal to slightly strange. And then he was distracted by the leaves.
Ahh, Meisa was trying to out-sneak him? That was so cute of her. Jun grinned. Thankfully she tagged him, starting a game, right at the moment. He didn't want her aware of what he was up to himself.
"Get away from me if you can," he called to Meisa, following after her. He'd grown up playing tag in the streets of New Orleans; the trick was to always keep the runner guessing which way you were going to dodge. He whirled, spinning one way and the other as he darted. He managed to get in front of her and catch her by the hand. He laughed. "Tag," he said.
"MISTER JUN AND MISS MEISA!" the photographer was practically howling.
Jun raised an eyebrow. "Loves it or hates it," he invited Meisa to call it.
Weaving through the trees, Meisa laughed as she tried to keep away from Jun. At first, she stayed relatively near the photographer. The shots were the most important thing after all. Jun was tricky though! It was all she could do to just to stay away for as long as she did
( ... )
Meisa was warm at his side and Jun laughed as he tucked her a little closer. "Good plan," he agreed. He did like this. He rarely got close to people and when he did it was always for work--this was work but Meisa was also a friend. It was a nice feeling
( ... )
One could always hope that they'd be let out early. Meisa's stomach grumbled loudly in agreement with Jun. She gave a sheepish grin just as he 'kissed' the side of her head. Dinner soon sounded good. "Where do you want to go for dinner?"
Click. Click. Click.
It was sort of what the photographer wanted? She didn't know anymore, what with his contradicting statements. For all she knew, the photographer would keep them there until the sun went down. But that was rapidly approaching, the sky was already tinged pink, orange and purple. "We'll probably be let off as soon as the sun sets," she murmured, watching Cici scamper for the requested scarves.
"Isn't it wei- Whoa!" All of a sudden Meisa's feet were swept from under her and she found herself being carried securely in Jun's arms. "Where are-" The leaves. Of course. "Jun!"
"MISTER JUN! MISS MEISA!" The camera was still clicking away.
There wasn't much time to struggle for the next thing she knew was the sensation of being dropped.
"If it's just your sister," he said, giving the slightest hint of a bow. If Meisa were at all typical of her family, her sister would be a good person who wouldn't hassle him over it until she knew him fairly well. "Because I've met some real weirdos who think they know me because of some shampoo commercials
( ... )
"Paparazzi..." Jun mused. It might not be too bad--a little more exposure. But at the cost of his privacy? With his condition? "Yeah, lucky stars
( ... )
With a wave and a polite smile to the photographer, Meisa let Jun lead her away from the set. She looked at him questioningly as they waited for a cab. "Pur la Pau? Would they be okay with someone who has little to no experience in commercials?" Little experience was pushing it, there was a grand total of one commercial on her resume and that had really been as a background extra when she had first started out. Still, it would be a new challenge, not to mention potentially fun if it meant she got to work with Jun more often.
A taxi pulled up. She smiled at Jun and opened the door before he could, sliding into the backseat and pulling him along with her. "I'm interested. If you'll find out more for me, I'll talk to my agency and see if there's space in my schedule."
Were there pictures? Aside from the ones his parents had and the ones that had been in the society pages? Hell yes. His sister kept a stash of them just to torment him. "Pictures? Of course not." He tried to keep a straight face and mostly managed. "And yes, some of them had themes. In New Orleans it starts with the carnival season, before Mardi Gras. There's a lot of masquerades, jazz age, winter wonderland." The parties had always looked grand but had been such an incredible pain in the ass. "And of course," he gave a sort of bow in his seat, "the orient
( ... )
Oooo. There were pictures. The slight twitch of Jun's face said it all. His sister. It had to be his sister that had them. Older sisters were like that. Meisa knew her own older sisters had embarrassing pictures of her stashed away somewhere. Speaking of pictures...
"I doubt most of the clients we work for will want us standing several feet apart," she said wryly, cocking her own eyebrow up. Especially if the photographer from today was the one shooting. The pair of them were never apart for very long. Unconsciously mirroring Jun, she opened her napkin and placed it on her lap. Did he realize that his Southern drawl was coming out as he talked about home? Just a little. She thought it was cute.
What didn't sound cute was the process of being courted. "Courting sounds boring." Honest to goodness boring. "It's a good thing we're past all that, Jun-pon." Meisa chuckled as she took some of the bean pancakes for herself. "Of course you did it properly. It's youShe was going to say something about dancing, but the topic turned to her own
( ... )
Jun took a bite of food and nodded, pointing at Meisa (vaguely) with the handle of his fork. "They would not and if today's photographer would probably have grafted us together if he could have." He paused. "Fiercely
( ... )
Easy street? Maybe just a little. Japanese lessons were the easy, normal part, it was the witch aspect of her childhood that got odd. Meisa would tell Jun about that eventually, but not here. "That's not quite it," she said instead, "I had to learn a tea ceremony too, but I kept botching it up so bad that Baachan gave up." Though... she chewed thoughtfully on her food before joking, "If it'll please your grandparents, I'll learn it properly, in addition to the dancing
( ... )
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"Oof," she grunted, panicked that she couldn't scream right away to call the attention of the crew. The assailant said something about not screaming as she took a deep breath. "Hel-" Wait. That voice sounded familiar. Despite trying to be menacing. "JUN!" she cried, looking and directing a mock glare towards where the voice had come from. "You scared the bejeezus out of me!"
She chuckled and let the glare dissolve into a smile. "It's been a while! It sucks that our schedules can't seem to match up." Meisa pursed her lips. "And now I have work while you're probably free... What are you doing here anyway?"
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"As for what I'm doing here..." He kicked his feet out and stretched his legs. "I believe it's fall/winter fashion and outwear shoot." He slid her a sideways glance and a half smile. "I think you might know the lady I'm working with today? She did something crazy with balloons and a giant mushroom not that long ago."
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They still had a little time to catch up, she thought as she glanced down at her watch. The last bit Jun said registered. He was here for work? A wide grin split her face and she tried to sound nonchalant as she replied, "Oh? I may have heard of her. Fierce face? Yeah I saw the ads. You looked great by the way."
The crew was setting up backdrops and testing the light now. "It's a catalog shoot today, I doubt anything crazy will happen this time." She giggled and found the apple in her backpack. "Famous last words, I bet," she said before biting into the apple.
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Ahh, Meisa was trying to out-sneak him? That was so cute of her. Jun grinned. Thankfully she tagged him, starting a game, right at the moment. He didn't want her aware of what he was up to himself.
"Get away from me if you can," he called to Meisa, following after her. He'd grown up playing tag in the streets of New Orleans; the trick was to always keep the runner guessing which way you were going to dodge. He whirled, spinning one way and the other as he darted. He managed to get in front of her and catch her by the hand. He laughed. "Tag," he said.
"MISTER JUN AND MISS MEISA!" the photographer was practically howling.
Jun raised an eyebrow. "Loves it or hates it," he invited Meisa to call it.
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Click. Click. Click.
It was sort of what the photographer wanted? She didn't know anymore, what with his contradicting statements. For all she knew, the photographer would keep them there until the sun went down. But that was rapidly approaching, the sky was already tinged pink, orange and purple. "We'll probably be let off as soon as the sun sets," she murmured, watching Cici scamper for the requested scarves.
"Isn't it wei- Whoa!" All of a sudden Meisa's feet were swept from under her and she found herself being carried securely in Jun's arms. "Where are-" The leaves. Of course. "Jun!"
"MISTER JUN! MISS MEISA!" The camera was still clicking away.
There wasn't much time to struggle for the next thing she knew was the sensation of being dropped.
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A taxi pulled up. She smiled at Jun and opened the door before he could, sliding into the backseat and pulling him along with her. "I'm interested. If you'll find out more for me, I'll talk to my agency and see if there's space in my schedule."
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"I doubt most of the clients we work for will want us standing several feet apart," she said wryly, cocking her own eyebrow up. Especially if the photographer from today was the one shooting. The pair of them were never apart for very long. Unconsciously mirroring Jun, she opened her napkin and placed it on her lap. Did he realize that his Southern drawl was coming out as he talked about home? Just a little. She thought it was cute.
What didn't sound cute was the process of being courted. "Courting sounds boring." Honest to goodness boring. "It's a good thing we're past all that, Jun-pon." Meisa chuckled as she took some of the bean pancakes for herself. "Of course you did it properly. It's youShe was going to say something about dancing, but the topic turned to her own ( ... )
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