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He didn’t know why this job was for him, not when this pink gremlin thing knew Ichiro already. But oh well, work was work so Jiro would do it. Thankful for the existence of the GPS, he managed to make it to the studio without any issues. Well, with a few issues but at least he got there in time.
Stepping inside, he really didn’t know what he was even meant to do. He didn’t know anything about modeling, fashion, or even cared much about it. If the clothes were comfy and easy to move in that was all he needed, so what was the point in overthinking designs and patterns and fabrics? But oh well, if that was what someone wanted to do with their life then who was he to tell them not to.
Dual colored eyes stared at the much shorter male, briefly wondering how any adult could be that tiny. Did his parents not feed him enough or something? Spacing out thinking about it, he didn’t even register that the other was talking to him. Only once his pointless thoughts stopped processing did he finally notice, blinking a few times.
‘‘Uh, ya needed a model, right? What exactly am I meant t’do? Just...stand there? Don’t really know much about this stuff, y’know.’‘
















