every once in a while, Naoto would get clients like this one – one of the crazies, he unrepentantly dubbed them as, ones who hired a boyfriend for the sake of saving themselves from going INSANE from loneliness. the ones who were so hopeless and yet so desperate to get affection even from someone they were PAYING just to forget how pathetically alone they were.
❛ why don’t they just go to strip clubs.. ❜ he muttered to himself, flipping the page over to see the photo that came along with the new contract. she looked decent enough – in fact, she was PRETTY and very aesthetically pleasing. so how come she wasn’t out having real dates?
❛ do you think this looks photoshopped? ❜ Naoto turned to his side, showing the other man sitting on the park bench next to him the photo he has been staring at for almost half an hour now. ❛ i think so. the chest area, most especially, right? ❜
He was flipping through a book, eyes scanning page after page, searching for the place that he had left off, when he heard the guy sitting next to him mutter something about strip clubs. He was a little thrown off by it, but there was no reason to question it when the other hadn’t been talking to him.
Kyler was surprised when he turned to show him the picture. And the question that had accompanied it had caught him just as off guard. He looked closely at the picture before humming in thought. He didn’t have much experience with photoshop in general, but the picture didn’t quite... look right. Though he couldn’t really place why, even with the other pointing out the chest area specifically.
❝ Kind of. ❞ He nodded. But then, who was he to really know ? ❝ But I can’t... really tell, honestly. ❞ He looked away from the picture and to the person sitting next to him. ❝ Sorry I’m not much help. ❞