Who: Match + Mako What: Workin' it. When: Recently Where:Modeling company Rating: Low Status: Complete
Mako had never really thought he'd be a model. He hadn't auditioned for it, hadn't worked for it. He didn't diet for it. Frankly, he'd never even considered it before he was scouted out. It'd been a freak accident involving him just looking entirely too good while playing volleyball. It was laughable, but it paid well and he found he liked it. It was paying for his college, his rent and plus some, so he really couldn't complain at all.
Or he shouldn't complain. Except it was quite early in the morning on a weekend and between sips of coffee, he was dealing with someone putting way too much foundation on his face and sometimes it seemed like a bit much. "Sigh," he said and it was verbal and not really a sigh.
Match’s own flop into modeling had been the opposite, looking entirely too bad during volleyball and crashing a shoot, literally. Somehow, he had a job, despite that. Today’s early morning had him groaning a little as he stretched, and hoped it was at least not one out in the weirdly muggy weather.
Probably not. Mako was pretty sure they’d said something about preemptive shots for sweater weather. He didn’t even know. He just showed up and did what they told him to. “Hey,” he said, looking over at a face he was pretty sure was new. “How’s it going?”
“Hey.” Match stood up straighter. “Pretty good. You?” He stuck out a hand. “I’m Match. You’re. ah, Mako, right?” He had perused all the models this place used before coming here.
“Mako, right.” His grin was easy and friendly as he shook hands with the other man. “Match, huh? Cool name.” Not that his wasn’t a little weird too, he supposed.
“Thanks. I like it.” He shook hands with the other man. No one ever said much about his name, which he liked. “How long you been doing this?”
Mako liked it too. It was cool. It reminded him of fire. Which was the opposite of cool, but only because it was hot. That really wasn’t the point. Whatever.
“Oh. Uhm. Maybe half a year now, I guess. Long enough where the novelty has worn off a little, but the shock of all the makeup is still pretty high up there.”
Match smiled at Mako. Cool. “I’ve just been one for about three months. Still figuring out what I’m doing, day by day.” He nodded. “I wish I was that blase.”
“I think the best part to know about it is that you’ll never really know what’s going on.” Mako laughed at that, and was then pleased when his make-up lady wandered away, leaving him to his coffee and comfy chair. “I mean, it’s always a little hectic. Hurry up and wait!”
Match laughed too, grinning as he watched the man. It was funny. “True. Seems like life is like that all the time now. Hurry up and wait should be the new mantra.” He grinned. “I’m just glad I can do this, really. It’s not terrible, and it pays, and... who doesn’t like being admired.” Then he flushed. “The swim trunks ad was a little embarrassing, though.”
“Think so?” Mako laughed at that, shrugging and wiggling around in his chair until he was facing the other man. “It’s kinda how I started. I just like to think I’m making a lot of ladies happy, and leave it at that. The vegetable oil is kinda weird, though.”
Match nodded. “I suppose so, and yeah! I’m just glad frequent showers are allowed. Baking in the sun with vegetable oil on is weird.” All in all, he didn’t mind any of it. It felt like getting paid for being bored, so not bad!
And there were definitely worse ways in which to be bored! Mako could only agree with that one. “Could be worse,” he said what he was thinking. “Anyway. Swell meeting you, I think I’m scheduled to start in five. Can’t piss the photographers off, I learned that the hard way.” Grin.
Match nodded. “True enough.” Match grinned at the other man. “Good luck on your schoot. Guess I’ll be running into you again.” He stuck out his hand to shake again and felt like what the heck, he had made another contact;. That might be good someday.
Mako balanced his coffee in his left hand even as he removed himself from his chair (sigh. it’d been comfy) and moved to shake the other man’s hand. “I’m sure you will. Sometimes I think I live here.” He didn’t seem to mind though, and then with another grin went off to be some camera man’s bitch. Hey, it paid.