Karasu was having a weird day. Not only had he fallen out of bed, onto his
mask, thus breaking it, but he ended up posing for a modeling agency.
How, you ask? Well, it all started when he fell. Karasu had spent half an hour cursing, when he noticed the paper had come.
'Maybe I'll find a new mask,' he thought, 'or maybe, EH? Is that Kurama?' Well, that was interesting.a picture of Kurama stared back at him, with an ad underneath it. It read: HIRING: MODELS NEEDED. WILL PAY GOOD MONEY.
Karasu fell over. "Kurama's a model? Oh my God!" he realized slowly, if he got the job, he'd be able to be nearer to Kurama! And then, he could buy a new mask, too.
So Karasu decided to go to the agency, just to try and get close to Kurama. He kept the ad in his pocket, and then set off.
"Hey baby, you wanna come with me?" asked some punk; obviously thinking Karasu was a young girl. Karasu ignored the punk, that is, until he was pushed against the wall of a building. "Where ya going?" said the juvenile, pinning a scowling Karasu against the partition.
Karasu stared coldly at him, "I don't think you need to know," he pushed the adolescent off him, "And furthermore," he began taking his jacket off, "I am a man, leave me alone."
By the time he reached the agency, he was in poor spirits. The inside didn't help improve that.
"YATTA! Jonathan, you're falling out! Let me fix the pillow!" an ummmm.an exceedingly big person was yelling at a slighter girl with black hair. "You won't be a girl much longer if you don't let me fix it!" They moved about, and Karasu got a better view of the two. One was a teenage girl, with a Nike winter-hat on, with.pillows (or was it?) stuffed into her pajama pants and hoodie. The other was a young boy, about ten, with a pillow in his front and a wig on, making him look like a very busty girl. Their hoodies were the same name, but one black, one white.
They noticed Karasu, and greeted him formally, "Konnichiwa!" his mood lightened a bit, 'Well, and these two are interesting, now aren't they?'
The girl looked at Karasu funnily. She noticed he was there for something, so she pointed him to the main desk. "You apply there. So, what'cha here for? I'm here to be a model, but I'm scurred! I think 'lil Jonathan is, too! Are you scurred?" He sweat dropped, then went to the desk, and took his ad out.
"I need to apply for a job where this person is working." He looked at the secretary who didn't even look at the slip. She spoke with a nasally voice, "Ye-es, I'll send you to that department now." She hit a button on a telecom. "RALLLL-LPH! Get out here, you have a model ready!"
Out of a door hurried a tall, flushed man, so fast that he almost tripped onto Karasu. "Well, hello there, I'm Ralph." He took Karasu's hand, and then pulled him into another room. "Well, how are you today? I hope you're ready to be photographed.my, you have a nice body!" Ralph spoke with a soft voice. He pushed Karasu into a dressing room.
"I'm sure you can find something nice to wear for the camera!" the man called Ralph sniggered like an idiot. Karasu found many articles he liked, mostly leather, or things at least kind of tight around his chest or lower area, he didn't want any loose articles of anything on his body. He finally chose a pair of Tommy Jeans, a pair of styled ankle boots, and a matching shirt.
He walked out to where Ralph sat in a spindly chair, rocking slightly. "Good, I was beginning to think you'd never come out, you must've been in heaven in there, eh? Now step in front of the camera and strike a pose."
Deep within the room sounded a striking laugh; it sent chills down Karasu's spine. His blood froze; the voice of the laugh spoke, "Ralph, let me handle this one. He is.well, an acquaintance of mine." The disembodied voice stepped into view. Karasu's jaw dropped, it was Kurama. If he hadn't been in heaven before, he sure was now.
"K-K-Kurama? When did you start doing this? I-you-what?!" Karasu couldn't stop stammering, he was shocked that Kurama was actually going to- wait, Kurama was going to photograph him? He could've fallen in ecstasy.
"Hmmm? Karasu, have you misplaced your mask? It seems to have left the building," said Kurama, joking dismissively. He flashed a smile at Karasu then snapped, "Ralph, I want you to leave, Karasu, get in front of the camera now!"
Karasu obeyed, 'eep'-ing as he did. He blinked as a bright flash entered his eyes. He shielded his face, to another. Then, he struck a serious pose, looking like he had just won some kind of prize, grinning like an idiot, then he just stared, wondering what he got out of this.
"Hey, Kurama! What kind of pay am I getting for this photo shoot? I mean, I didn't come here to pose like an idiot and have a camera flash me all day, I expect to be paid!" Karasu was interrupted by Kurama, who was chuckling at the crow. He looked away from the tripod and sighed, even while chucking. "We-ell. I don't know about that, lemme take a look at these," he held up the photos, carefully examining them. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm. You prove to be first-rate camera wise, but can you pass a field test?"
"Field test?" Karasu wasn't sure if he had heard Kurama right, "What do you mean by that? If you want me to do anything too stupid, I won't."
"Simple, Karasu, simple. You just need to prove your athletic ability, as well as a few erm. mental situations." Kurama smiled an enticing grin, and then brushed back strands of hair that refused to stay out of his face.
Karasu smirked, and then foolishly said, "Bring. It. On." Suddenly, Kurama pulled back a moving wall, revealing a maze of outsized parapets.
Karasu gulped. "Uh-oh, what'd I get myself into now?!" This is going to be a long day to be still.
How, you ask? Well, it all started when he fell. Karasu had spent half an hour cursing, when he noticed the paper had come.
'Maybe I'll find a new mask,' he thought, 'or maybe, EH? Is that Kurama?' Well, that was interesting.a picture of Kurama stared back at him, with an ad underneath it. It read: HIRING: MODELS NEEDED. WILL PAY GOOD MONEY.
Karasu fell over. "Kurama's a model? Oh my God!" he realized slowly, if he got the job, he'd be able to be nearer to Kurama! And then, he could buy a new mask, too.
So Karasu decided to go to the agency, just to try and get close to Kurama. He kept the ad in his pocket, and then set off.
"Hey baby, you wanna come with me?" asked some punk; obviously thinking Karasu was a young girl. Karasu ignored the punk, that is, until he was pushed against the wall of a building. "Where ya going?" said the juvenile, pinning a scowling Karasu against the partition.
Karasu stared coldly at him, "I don't think you need to know," he pushed the adolescent off him, "And furthermore," he began taking his jacket off, "I am a man, leave me alone."
By the time he reached the agency, he was in poor spirits. The inside didn't help improve that.
"YATTA! Jonathan, you're falling out! Let me fix the pillow!" an ummmm.an exceedingly big person was yelling at a slighter girl with black hair. "You won't be a girl much longer if you don't let me fix it!" They moved about, and Karasu got a better view of the two. One was a teenage girl, with a Nike winter-hat on, with.pillows (or was it?) stuffed into her pajama pants and hoodie. The other was a young boy, about ten, with a pillow in his front and a wig on, making him look like a very busty girl. Their hoodies were the same name, but one black, one white.
They noticed Karasu, and greeted him formally, "Konnichiwa!" his mood lightened a bit, 'Well, and these two are interesting, now aren't they?'
The girl looked at Karasu funnily. She noticed he was there for something, so she pointed him to the main desk. "You apply there. So, what'cha here for? I'm here to be a model, but I'm scurred! I think 'lil Jonathan is, too! Are you scurred?" He sweat dropped, then went to the desk, and took his ad out.
"I need to apply for a job where this person is working." He looked at the secretary who didn't even look at the slip. She spoke with a nasally voice, "Ye-es, I'll send you to that department now." She hit a button on a telecom. "RALLLL-LPH! Get out here, you have a model ready!"
Out of a door hurried a tall, flushed man, so fast that he almost tripped onto Karasu. "Well, hello there, I'm Ralph." He took Karasu's hand, and then pulled him into another room. "Well, how are you today? I hope you're ready to be photographed.my, you have a nice body!" Ralph spoke with a soft voice. He pushed Karasu into a dressing room.
"I'm sure you can find something nice to wear for the camera!" the man called Ralph sniggered like an idiot. Karasu found many articles he liked, mostly leather, or things at least kind of tight around his chest or lower area, he didn't want any loose articles of anything on his body. He finally chose a pair of Tommy Jeans, a pair of styled ankle boots, and a matching shirt.
He walked out to where Ralph sat in a spindly chair, rocking slightly. "Good, I was beginning to think you'd never come out, you must've been in heaven in there, eh? Now step in front of the camera and strike a pose."
Deep within the room sounded a striking laugh; it sent chills down Karasu's spine. His blood froze; the voice of the laugh spoke, "Ralph, let me handle this one. He is.well, an acquaintance of mine." The disembodied voice stepped into view. Karasu's jaw dropped, it was Kurama. If he hadn't been in heaven before, he sure was now.
"K-K-Kurama? When did you start doing this? I-you-what?!" Karasu couldn't stop stammering, he was shocked that Kurama was actually going to- wait, Kurama was going to photograph him? He could've fallen in ecstasy.
"Hmmm? Karasu, have you misplaced your mask? It seems to have left the building," said Kurama, joking dismissively. He flashed a smile at Karasu then snapped, "Ralph, I want you to leave, Karasu, get in front of the camera now!"
Karasu obeyed, 'eep'-ing as he did. He blinked as a bright flash entered his eyes. He shielded his face, to another. Then, he struck a serious pose, looking like he had just won some kind of prize, grinning like an idiot, then he just stared, wondering what he got out of this.
"Hey, Kurama! What kind of pay am I getting for this photo shoot? I mean, I didn't come here to pose like an idiot and have a camera flash me all day, I expect to be paid!" Karasu was interrupted by Kurama, who was chuckling at the crow. He looked away from the tripod and sighed, even while chucking. "We-ell. I don't know about that, lemme take a look at these," he held up the photos, carefully examining them. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm. You prove to be first-rate camera wise, but can you pass a field test?"
"Field test?" Karasu wasn't sure if he had heard Kurama right, "What do you mean by that? If you want me to do anything too stupid, I won't."
"Simple, Karasu, simple. You just need to prove your athletic ability, as well as a few erm. mental situations." Kurama smiled an enticing grin, and then brushed back strands of hair that refused to stay out of his face.
Karasu smirked, and then foolishly said, "Bring. It. On." Suddenly, Kurama pulled back a moving wall, revealing a maze of outsized parapets.
Karasu gulped. "Uh-oh, what'd I get myself into now?!" This is going to be a long day to be still.