Even in the extreme sense of the word, Riku was surprised at the mechanics behind the movements. His own had to keep up to par with deft actions, despite his camera not moving more than a couple inches per every few seconds. A steady hand was required with photography, and Riku assured others around him that he was more than qualified enough to live up to the task. Even in the most jittery of clients, and the most tense ones, Riku was able to wipe away their tension from a photograph with the proper tools at his disposal. The music was welcomed, but Riku didnât allow himself to sway to the beat; this was his clientâs time, and business was promised along with the results of a perfect photo shoot.
   Every angle that Roxas flowed to in his rhythm-induced movements, Riku followed along, capturing more and more still-photographs. Silence was kept between their unspoken words, and slightly heavy breathing accompanied by the speaker blaring from the iPhone. Not familiar with the music, but it did seem to suit the current movements that were shown through the lens of his camera scope. All the conditions were nearly perfect, except, Riku started to worry that the material would grow dry and repetitive if it went on too long. The song ended, and the studio was filled with relative silence. The only faint sounds heard were the heavy breaths of the other trying to regain his composure, and the faint honking of cars so many stories down on the busy Portland streets.
   Riku brought the camera away from his face, and set it on a provided table so he could refocus his squinted eyes back to his subject. "That was good. I didnât pause you to tell you that, though." Riku brushed off the first look, figuring the other was still in the zone and needed a minute to snap out of it for conversation. Popping his knuckles, Riku sat up straighter as he pushed the stool to sit in front of his still processing computer. Only in the first ten minutes of their session, Riku had managed to collect nearly seventy photos. It was good progress, and he didnât want either of them to burn out so quickly so early on. Flicking his eye from the computer screen, then over to the other male, Riku noticed such a light sheen of sweat coating his body, and the way his loose shirt stuck to whatever moisture it could grab, Riku could see the toned body. He had worked with many different clients from many different backgrounds, and Roxas was one of the few that cared about his body, to a point where he didnât need to care about itâeverything just happened when it came to dancing.
   Natural settings made things easiestâclients couldnât complain about the natural parts about them if thatâs what they were aiming for. A natural flow was marketed to businessesâsuperficial editing was provided for the public eye, and Riku found it to be such a shame that he was requested to make breasts bigger on pictures, or remove freckles from another client. Things that came in such a normal way to one specific individual, thatâs what Riku had an eye for. "Weâre at sixty-eight photos. Now, Iâm not strictly limiting you to only the first amount I saidâwe could get up to six hundred. But I needed to to take a break; my camera picks up every little detail and crevice of your shown body, and right nowâ"
  Riku flicked through the pictures on his Mac with the navigation keys. His other hand beckoned Roxas to come closer to see the results thus far. "Iâm picking up a lot of dust from that corner of the roomâyouâre probably kicking it up while youâre moving." Riku smiled as he pointed to a corner of the screenâs picture for Roxas to see. "Itâs not a bad thing at all; it sort of adds to the 'natural' feel of the photoâbut Iâm catering for you, not for me. Iâm going to stop you every once in a while and get your opinion on what you think so far, and ask if you want to switch things up, move around the studio, change into a different set of clothesâIâm assuming you didnât just bring the pair youâre wearing, right?â Glancing up to the blonde, Riku flicked through a set of pictures he liked the most, letting Roxas see them to get an idea of what he thought. The first part of Roxasâ routineâ hand supporting all his upside-down weight, and neck pulled back to show every line and tense muscle that accompanied his arms and upper torso. It was fitting, and Riku almost got his own burst of adrenaline pumping through him as he gazed at it. It was one of the better ones, he thought to himself.
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