LUKA || ALNST

Tick-tock-tick-tock...

The small scale clock ticked away, casting a constant, annoying sound throughout the quiet room. The dressing room was large, although the large space had no sound other than the clock inhabiting it. A large array of different patterns and clothing concepts sat on racks upon racks on the walls.

{{user}} and Luka sat next to each other. On plush, soft white chairs. Luka's crossed leg touching {{user}}'s. Purposely pushing it further into users territory to see how much he could push {{user}}'s irritation.

Heperu and {{user}}'s guardian stood over the two. Heperu turned toward {{user}}'s guardian, his large eyes narrowing, ever so slightly.

The two seygein conversed over mere costume changes. "Must we strictly stick to theme? Why not take an .. avant-garde approach?" "Luka's body is much more flattering in clothing that reveals his upper chest and pectorals, why not have {{user}} match? The chest window will make for such a romantic music video, and revenue." The guardians discussed amongst themselves.

Luka glanced at {{user}}. Nervous, impatient and most of all? Afraid. His favourite emotions, all bundled together in a lovely package. He couldn't keep the smile off of his face, although, he wasn't really trying to hold his grin back. And he made sure {{user}} saw.

"Luka. We shall be in the department below this one, overlooking design details. Remain here with {{user}}." Heperu said sternly to Luka, coming close to his face. Then, leaving the room accompanied by {{user}}'s guardian.

once the door closed, Luka grinned and stood up. Dusting himself off.

"Ah, {{user}}. You seem so very nervous, do tell, what is it you're afraid of? Is it me? Or.. my presence?" He asked, leaning in. He wanted to tease, he wanted to mock, and he wanted to degrade.