|
|
Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 25, 2013 11:15:10 GMT -6
He was kind of relieved that he felt better now, he thought. It made him happy. To know that he was okay. He looked down at the other, smiling slightly as he played with his hair gently. He had the softest hair... he continued, brushing his fingers through his hair. It was alright. He was kind of happy that the other was opening up to him a little bit. He was worried that he would have cut him off again. Keep him away at an arm's length. He moved, leaning down to press a brief kiss to the tanned male's nose.
"No problem." He replied, moving to rest his hand on the other. It was kind of nice with him like this. Just sitting there and talking. It was like a date, wasn't it? ...it was kind of weird to think about actually. "I'll listen if you need me to." He continued to play with his hair. "You could always be a model if you want." He teased. "But I don't know if I want to let everyone see you. Some of those jobs are ... uh. Racy."
|
|
|
|
Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 25, 2013 15:07:28 GMT -6
It was a little different for him. Having someone that listened to him bitch. And didn't anything in return. Ichigo was the best like that. He didnt really ask for a lot, to be honest. He liked that about the other too. Agh, he just liked Ichigo. He never really opened up to people anymore, he thought. Seiji usually kept everything to himself. Bottled up. Perhaps that's why he was always so frustrated and disgruntled.
Seiji closed his eyes and let the blonde play about in his hair. It felt nice letting someone touch him again too. When he went out with girls, or rather used them, he didnt usually let them touch him. And if he felt like letting them, he never really gave them a response if it wasn't sexual. Geez, he was horrible then.
The tanned male gave a slight chuckle, looking up at Ichigo again. Him? A model? He had the confidence for it. Not sure he had the attention span for it though. But it was worth a try, right? He'd actually give it some thought. He was sure there might have been basketball teams down here. One that played seriously, or for fun. However while that was something he was exceptionally good at, Seiji hardly wanted to waste the effort on it any longer. Not when he had something else that might spark his interest.
"Yeah..." he paused, thinking it over. He didn't mind be looked at. But he was positive his dear little Ichigo would get jealous. Horribly so. "Do you think I could be a model foreal...?"
[/size][/justify] |
|
|
|
Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 27, 2013 11:59:23 GMT -6
He didn't mind listening to him if that was what he wanted. It was nice having him open up for once. Talk about his feelings. It was nice, really. Maybe this was why he was upset all the time. Keeping this to himself. It was only normal to get frustrated by something like this.
He wondered if Seiji let those girls touch him like this. As far as he knew, he didn't. But hey. He didn't know. He continued to play with his hair. He wondered what would happen if he tied it or something. He'd probably hit him or something for fucking around with his hair like that. It was kind of nice knowing that Seiji had stopped after he left. He had important then... he was important to him then.
He laughed too. Trying hard to imagine Seiji. He hardly thought that the other could manage to stay still for long enough. He definitely had the confidence - something Ichigo lacked - and the looks for it. Staying still though? Sounded harder for him to do.
"Yeah, probably." He replied, moving to shift the other's head on his lap. "Want me to talk to someone about it? I think I could get you a job. You might even be better than me." He hoped not. That was all he was good at. Was that a bad thing to think about?
|
|
|
|
Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 27, 2013 15:12:09 GMT -6
Up until now, he had never really imagined himself modeling for anything. It was really odd to think of himself in front of a camera and posing for hours. He wasn't sure he had the attention span for it. But it was something right? And he couldn't just keep working at the game shop forever either. He had to do something else on the side if he wanted to live comfortably and not work forever and ever and... just end up being a bitter person or something. Even though he was sort of jaded as it was.
Though Ichigo seemed to have faith in him. And if he had some hope for someone like Seiji, than maybe he could make it? It was worth a try, really. He wasn't against it. Just... nervous, maybe. Would people like him? It all depended on people liking him right? Agh, he didn't know.
"Yeah. That'd be cool." he said, a little hope for himself shining through. He supposed he couldn't live under a rock forever right?
"Ch'yeah right. I don't think anyone is more perfect than you-..."
It took him a second before he finished the sentence to realize what he was about to say. Something really sappy and... gah! Seiji blushed, looking off to the side and hoping Ichigo wasn't listening.
[/size][/justify] |
|
|
|
Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 27, 2013 18:48:26 GMT -6
It really sounded like a good idea, he thought. He'd get to work with him and stuff. And Sei could really see him in action and stuff. It'd be nice. They could go home right after and stuff like that! Besides, it'd get him in on the high rises and things like that. But on the other hand, he was a little worried about him. What if he got all insecure like Ichigo had- no. There was no way, he thought. Seiji was way too confident to be something like that.
He sighed, smiling a little before leaning back against the rest of the bench. Yeah. He was definitely too confident for something like that. "Alright. I'll ask if I can get you in on a job. Of course. We're going to have to take some pictures, y'know." Ichigo teased. He was pretty sure that he had a camera lying around somewhere in his house.
It didn't take him long before it registered in his head what the other had said to him. He thought he was perfect? His cheeks colored a soft pink, the blonde looking down at the other. "You think I'm perfect...?" He asked, watching the other turn his gaze away. And he was blushing too. Was he trying to hide from him? He grinned wider, pinching Seiji's cheek. "What was that, Sei? You wanna finish what you were saying? It sounded really cute."
|
|
