Cat was a big fluffy thing that liked to get in Bo's way and get him in trouble. Now he got looks all the time from the others for Cat's white fur. He tried to cut it once but one of the girls told him that’s not how you were supposed to groom a cat. Cat hadn't seemed to like it either. But it wasn't Bo's fault that the odd furry thing didn't like to keep its fur on her. He had to chase her off of clothes and couches all the time now. Especially the older male vampires chair. She liked that chair. He didn't like that she liked that chair.
He tried to not chase Cat too. Really he did. Mostly for the fact that when she ran she crashed into things and so did he. But sometimes it was hard to not. She was so chaseable! And he was supposed to chase things. Well chase them and kill them really...if they were smaller then him. But he was supposed to be nice to Cat. Or nice enough. He much rather be paying attention to Chloe then to Cat. Chloe liked his attention more...most of the time.
And he liked giving her attention. She was pretty and smelled nice.
But more then that Bo liked getting the attention back too. Even if it was bad attention. For Bo there was rarely such a thing. Especially from Chloe. That was why it was so easy to forget the mention of his clothes being wrong. The slight pout washed away as something new was presented. Namely pretty girls and people fawning over him in order to get him in the right clothes. He might not like the clothes but he liked the attention.
Plus Bo was a bit of a ham when it came to cameras. He understood what they did…sorta. Well he knew that they captured whatever he was doing and put it on paper on that computer thing that he tried to not touch unless he had to. But posing Bo could do…even if it wasn’t in the more “traditional” model sense of the word.
Bo was whisked away and he obliged, of course his eyes quickly darting around the room and his head swiveling this way and that as he attempted to take all the sights in. There were sooooo many people and so much stuff. He never knew what most of the stuff was. All the wires and buttons and chatter. He sort of just let himself be dragged along and did what he was told.
He didn’t mind the tugging and primping. What he was wearing was soon gone, replaced with whatever it was that Chloe wanted him to be in. Bo did make a slight face for how tight it all was. Funny clothes. But the face was brief, he didn’t want Chloe to think he didn’t like them.
“Better now?” he questioned when they were all done.