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[it's just a simple photoshoot, they'd said, and Olivine had agreed for a myriad of reasons, from promise of pay to just... curiosity. given a time and place to arrive makes it all the more exciting, and it's with that excitement fluttering in his belly that he arrives at the shoot location.

honestly, it's a simple enough place. clean, with various props and seats set up around its area, lights set to create varied and specific atmospheres. the priest can see how high-quality the production is just from that, he thinks, glancing around to spot his partner for this.

they'd not mentioned what the costumes would be, only that they'd wanted to do some sort of unlikely pairing theme. to that end, there's a bunch of options - devils and priests (or is that nuns? maybe both), exotic prisoner and ruler or conqueror, that sort of thing. they're all made to be a certain value of revealing, of course... not that either of these men is actually any good at wearing a goddamn shirt.]

Ah... this is exciting, isn't it? Hehe. [Olivine's voice and expression are both full of warmth when he regards Steak, hands laced together at his waist.] This is certainly a first for me.

( How does he let himself get talked into these things? Steak exhales and skims through the racks of costumes, which are predictably skimpy (though hardly much more exposed than his usual combination of crop top and trousers), pinching the bridge of his nose as he pulls out a devil costume with the flimsiest pair of horns anyone has ever seen. )

Who the hell would wear this?

( Yeah, exciting isn't the word he'd use for it, but the priest's words draw him back to the fact that he's very much not alone and that he's only just found out this guy's name.

Olivine. Got to keep that in mind. )

You missed the last time we were forced to take photos?

( It wasn't forced, but he sounds grumpy enough about it that it's clear Steak wasn't fully comfortable with being entwined with another person in the name of selling garments. He still isn't, but they talked about charity so much and how it's for a good cause that it would have been impolite to turn the request down.

Even Steak has his jerk limits. )

Ah? Well, it's a bit silly, but it looks like it'd look nice... the church outfits seem a little more covering than I expected, though.

[Olivine's view of nice is dictated by the church of Klein, and therefore it's... it's so bad, honestly. Looking over the outfits is set aside then, as Steak speaks.

Steak, he notes, and honestly it's probably good that he's met Red Wine before or the name might give him more confusion or concern.]

Oh... I suppose I did. I've only been here a short while, truthfully. Was that also a charity event...?

[Perhaps he hopes talking about it will help cool the food soul's anger... but mostly, he's just curious. As grumpy as he sounds, it seems shocking that he's here, even for the fact that it's charity.]

If it's troubling you, mister Steak, I could find another partner. [He raises a hand to his own chest, over his heart.] You seem quite uncomfortable, even beyond the costumes. If it's something you would like to talk about, I'm also willing to listen... it's sort of something I do, you see.

[this soft baby.]

( More covering? Does Steak want to know what kind of priesthood this man is accustomed to? Probably not. Nippon is a ridiculous enough place. He doesn't need to think about places more ridiculous than it. )

What makes you think that? ( He's annoyed about this whole thing, sure, but that isn't saying much. He's been annoyed at all sorts of ridiculous jobs before. ) I promised to do this job, so I will.

( Simple as that.

So... not the devil thing. How about this fireman costume? Well. Perhaps fireman costume is being generous, there's nothing safe about the tiny pair of shorts on offer, after all. )

The last shoot was to promote a designer's store.

Oh-- I didn't mean to offend. I only meant that... I feel you shouldn't do something that makes you uncomfortable simply out of a sense of obligation.

[He does just seem imminently concerned with the other man. As to the costumes-- there isn't really a designated partner costume to the fireman one... at least, he doesn't think there's one at first.

It's hard to guess exactly what the inspiration for the strips of red and orange fabric are, at first. They're barely enough to create modesty in the first place, sewn together to create a curvy silhouette of shimmery designs. The priest, in turn, runs fingers over the fabric in consideration, taking it in alongside the half-sheer stockings it comes with. Those evoke the sense of what it is a little more freely, something the directors will cheerfully inform them if asked: a fireman needs a fire to overcome, doesn't he?

There's some amusement in the fact that it's so opposite his normal color scheme - but the photographers don't seem bothered at all. It's convenient complementary framing if they go with that, right?]

A... designer? Ah, so they were clothes designed by the person? Interesting... this place has such a strange collection of events.

But... these, then? [a beat, Olivine glancing down at his chest, then back to the top-most part of the fire costume, hanging down off of a choker fitted with delicate gems.] ... I don't think I'll be able to fully fit the top.

[it'll go over his body in general, but definitely doesn't seem to be made with a person of Olivine's angles in mind. The slimmer lower half, sure. The top, especially with the effort of getting it over his piercings...?

At least the photographers don't seem to have a problem with this fact.]

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