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luxbenjaminwilde

”Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
One trait that isn’t innate to Lux is punctuality. The boy habitually does his best to make appointments on time, and most days, he miraculously manages to do so. Today is not amongst those days.

This isn't entirely his fault, though. This morning, his favorite infernal beast (his cat, most creatively named “Cat”) had puked all over his roommate’s bed sheets. Leo had been enraged--although he’s practically always pissed off at something--shouting at Lux that his cat was the devil’s beast and that the next time he even neared his room, he’d toss him into the washer. The black-haired model is used to Leo’s empty threats, though, and had been more worried about Cat’s health than anything else. He’d hurried to drop his pet off to the veterinary, before missing his bus to Radioactive. The faggot, feeling absolutely fucking great by then, had had to run all the way to the modeling agency, arriving half an hour late. Lux doesn’t exactly dress sporty, since any form of physical exercise apart from sex horrifies him, and his outfit had not simplified his race in the least. Still, though, he’d made it, six blocks and two blisters later.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He apologizes repeatedly as he storms into the shooting room, met with the photographer’s exasperated face. “I had an emergency, my cat, she--” The guy heaves an irritated sigh, waving him off towards the dressing rooms. “Fine, fine, just go get dressed already!” Pleased to escape trouble, Lux does as he’s told, and hurries over to doll himself up. A few minutes later, after having gotten dressed--or, in this case, undressed--the model makes his way over to where his shoot is about to take place. His ink black hair is carefully styled to the side, held perfectly into place by an unnatural amount of hairspray. His blue eyes are outlined by light smudges of black kohl, contrasting heavily against the bright irises and his pale, smooth skin. His chest, just as white and soft-looking, is bare, exposing his numerous tattoos and two tiny pink nipples. Lux is skinnier than the norm, ribs poking out whenever he stretches his thin arms over his head, although it fits him. His traits are incredibly effeminate, which seems to have charmed the modeling agency, as well as his many boytoys. The shoot which will take place in a matter of minutes is for a popular brand of jeans, which is why tight, fitting blue jeans cling to his skinny waist, unbuttoned to reveal light blue underwear. They’ve been told to unbutton their pants--leaves the viewers wanting more, or something along those lines. He also wears heavy combat boots, left unlaced, although he can only guess that isn’t to leave the viewers “wanting more”. Followed closely by a make-up artist and his favorite clothing lady Danielle (because she always calls his ass cute) for last minute touch ups, he waits for the photographer’s instructions, bright blue eyes scrutinizing his surroundings for the other model. He likes to chat a bit with whoever he’s working with prior to a shoot, although his partner is nowhere in sight.

“Were you late, sweets?”
Lux snaps out of his pensive daze to look down to Danielle, who’s kneeling in front of him, fixing his unbuttoned pants to ensure they look fashionably negligible enough. He sighs and nods, “Cat puked everywhere. I think she ate something bad.” His blonde friend sighs, shaking his head. “Poor thing.” Lux continues gazing about, looking for his partner. “Is the other model here?” He inquires absently, and Danielle grins up to him with a single nod. “Yeah. He’s here. I know you’ll like him. He’s a doll, you’ll see.”

Lux merely smiles at the statement, looking off into the distance as he imagines what the other model would look like. He’ll go for any attractive young thing with pretty hands really, and this agency is filled to the brim with such specimens, which is why he isn’t too concerned. He’ll see if the guy fits his criteria--if he does, he’ll probably try to reel him in afterwards. He’s been lonely lately, and he’d like a little affection.

He, Lux, the enamored little fag.

SONG garbage -- the trick is to keep breathing
MUSE dkflkf. bad.
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luxbenjaminwilde

“There he is now!”
Lux manages to snap out of his pensive daze look follow Danielle’s discreet motioning, until his bright blue eyes fall on what appears to be his partner for today. He scrutinizes the male attentively, and decides that he looks rather ticked off. Quite the observing, critical thinker, is Lux. “I’m gonna talk to him.” He states in a determined fashion, and he shoos the kneeling girl away before beginning to pace over to the model. He supposes the least he can do is apologize for being late (although they’re currently waiting for the photographer to be ready, but whatever), seeing as this guy must have been waiting for him as well all this time.

Something especially peculiar about Lux is his schizophrenic-like tendencies. He’s excessively confident and obnoxious around those with whom he feels comfortable or those whom he knows well enough not to be concerned with their reaction, seeing as they’d be used to his behavior in the first place. However, with people he hasn’t yet met or doesn’t know quite as much as he’d like to, he’s surprisingly timid, and as he makes his way over to Kahlúa, he soon comes to the realization that this guy, it might turn out, may not like him. This slows him down considerably, and he bites down on his slightly redder lip in anticipation. He’s already halfway there though, and he’d look foolish, were he to turn around and march back to where he’d come from. “Hi.” He greets the model with a shy smile, and the following comes out like water from a faucet, in one single breath; “I’m Lux. I’m sorry I’m late, I know you’ve probably been waiting all this time. It isn’t entirely my fault though, my cat, Cat’s her name, she got really sick this morning and puked all over my roommate’s bed. I had to take her to the vet’s, and clean up the mess, otherwise Leo would have killed me, or decided not to do my laundry anymore. Then, I missed my bus, so I had to run over here, and some assholes wouldn’t let me in because I hadn’t brought my model card thing. I don’t even understand those things, I mean, I’ve been working for how long, and they still need me to flash my card at them every single morning? Seriously.” He heaves a small sigh, shaking his head, before hurrying back to the origin of this one-way conversation. “But, really, I’m sorry.” He makes a mental note that this guy looks even prettier up close, and immediately reprimands himself. He isn’t especially fond of feeling even the slightest bit desperate--it must be the fact he hasn’t gotten laid in a month or so, his casual boytoy being out of town. The loneliness is obviously beginning to get to him. “I hope you aren’t too mad, and I think you should let me get you coffee or something after this, to make it up to you.” He adorns a slightly more confident smile now, itching his bare side as he waits for an answer.

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MUSE ehh
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luxbenjaminwilde

Lux manages to make his partner grin, which leaves him feeling pretty good. The other had adorned a rather irritated expression prior to his introduction, after all, and one would expect Lux's mindless chatter to aggravate him further. It's the common reaction he habitually receives, anyway. People tend to become impatient when Lux begins rambling--visibly though, not this one. "Kahlúa." He sounds it out carefully, smiling as he pronounces it correctly. "Kahlúa. I like it, it's pretty." It rolls off his tongue in a pleasant manner, and it isn't exactly a common name, either, which is why Lux decides to use the other's name as often as possible. It's pretty, and therefore it should be said, often.

He's noticed that Kahlúa hasn't moved his arms away from his chest since the first time he laid eyes on him--it's odd, yes, but Lux won't point it out. The guy could just be self conscious, after all, and bringing it up would do nothing to fix that. One wouldn't expect a model to be self conscious about their body, though, and Lux subconsciously moves his hand over his own chest as he wonders as to why Kahlúa seems so keen on keeping his chest hidden. He brushes off the thoughts, though, as the other speaks, smiling brightly at him. "Oh, but I insist. I think I should." He states stubbornly, before nodding at the male's next question. "She's still at the vet, yeah. I was going to pick her up after we get coffee." He isn't going to ask Kahlúa to tag along; such a suggestion would seem out of place. They've only just started talking, and one doesn't usually invite an attractive male to go and pick up their sick cat from the vet's. Isn't that classified under turn offs, anyway?

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Lux finally manages to have Kahlua bring his arms down from his chest, and he celebrates this tiny victory inwardly. The fact the other isn't hiding his torso anymore, for whatever reason (Lux doesn't even notice the scar, he's much too busy praising himself), means Kahlua is becoming more comfortable with him, which is always a very good thing. The other gently pushes him, and Lux beams, grinning wide. He soon scoffs, though, as Kahlua suggests they go for coffee that's free of charge. Ridiculous. "What are you even talking about? Please. I think I can treat you to regular coffee, that you have to, you know, pay for." He pauses, before adding, "Although I'd be interested in you telling me about your tactic to steal coffee." Smirking playfully, he vaguely imagines just what that might look like. Kahlua, wildly dashing away from puzzled-looking coffee workers, while holding in each hand a cup of coffee that's boiling warm. The very image gets a soft chuckle out of him, although he soon snaps out of his daze. Thankfully, Lux is used to dozing off in random situations, and has gotten quite good at quickly returning to reality in order to see what's going on, which is why he doesn't miss Kahlua's offering to go and get Cat back with him.

"Awh, you don't have to do that." He waves him off lightly, although a genuine smile curls his full, pink lips. He's slightly touched; who, after all, would suggest to accompany you to pick up your sick, vomiting cat from the vet's, and actually sound sincere? Who, indeed. "I'm sure Cat would be happy, though." Cat isn't exactly a friendly one, with her moody fits and her impulsive scratching, although Lux is certain that she'd like Kahlua. His cat has a way with telling who is good and who is bad, and his new friend seems to be a pretty nice person. Actually, judging on their short conversation, Kahlua seems absolutely awesome. Cat would definitely curl up on his lap, purr and purposely scratch him a less hard then she would habitually does, just like she does when she's with Lux. "Ugh, can't we start already? I really want that coffee now." He whines, momentarily looking over to the busy photographers. He wants to get out of here already, so he can see just how Kahlua steals coffee, and find out if Cat is all right.

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NOTErofl, how do we do this? xD
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