Fuck. Fuck! Of fucking course they’d do this. Boots stomp against the freshly waxed laminated floors of Toni Kensa HQ, the owner of said shoes currently making a slow but angered beeline for his unfortunate target destination.

A typical shoot. Those he usually did solo. Unless he’s designing, he’s modeling, and in all his years here they’ve never put him with anyone else. The higher ups always seemed to understand his needs well, but apparently not now. He was being paired up with someone else and he just didn’t understand why. Why now! Why at all?!

He wasn’t even told who.

Whipping around a corner, he mutters under his breath and almost barrels into somebody else’s back, side stepping and just barely avoiding ramming into them with his wide frame. The rubber of his spiked boots squeaks loud against the floor, and he sucks in a breath as if to yell out some anger filled obscenities before stopping short, noticing who exactly he’d bumped into.

Tall, lanky, annoying. “Oh for fucks sake..” He grumbles out almost automatically. He was never a fan of talking to Senta. They’d only spoken in passing maybe a maximum of four times considering just how grating of an experience it always was. He just wanted to get to his damn shoot.

"Oh, hey Cherry, I haven't seen you in a while. You're modeling with me today, darling, I'm just running some papers across the hall and I'll be with the photographer in a bit." Senta brushed himself off from the almost tumble, hurrying off to where he was initially headed with only a quick nod to Cherry, feeling the other glare daggers into his back.

Senta doesn't understand why he's paired with Cherry today either, as he's usually paired with Val for duo shoots. He hopes he can get it done and over with as fast as possible, but knowing the photographer's perfectionism, he knows damn well the two will be stuck there for hours.

Ugh, he still needs to get his makeup fixed as well. And Cherry's only just now gotten here... Maybe he can just hang out with someone else to avoid Cherry's harsh looks towards him...

Handing papers to the person who needed them, he quickly headed back to the studio, special edition Toni Kensa heels clacking against the white laminate with each step. Each "clack" felt like a countdown to his worst fear.

Mouth agape, Cherry watches the buffoon waltz back down the hall in the direction he was SUPPOSED to be headed. After hearing those words though, he considered turning heel and just ignoring the job completely for today.

That would be for the first time, though. He has never walked out on a shoot.

Face scrunching up, he can feel a vein twitch in his brow. What were they thinking? It really didn’t help this was an underwear shoot too, he had to be half naked in front of this fucking guy!! Taking a deep breath, he adjusts his sunglasses and continues on without another second wasted standing there like an idiot.

“Stupid. stupid.” He whispers to himself and breaches the door to the assigned room. Bright lights were being fiddled with, and the set was…A little bare. That either meant they were slacking on setup or the both of them would REALLY be the main focus of this.

He clicks his tongue, ignores the friendly wave from one of the technical workers, and strides over to the corner of the room near where the photo director resided. He wouldn’t DARE complain to them about it, knowing that behaving to keep his job was more important than his own little tantrums.

His body felt achy, and after a quick moment of self realization, he noticed just how hard he was clenching his muscles.

Relax. It would be an hour or so of torture, and then it would all be over. He’d explain that he isn’t keen on doing it again with this particular person, and that would be it. That’s all.

He leans against the wall, busies himself with glaring at everyone in the room behind his dark shades with his arms crossed against his chest, and waits.

Senta had finally made it back to the studio, taking a deep breath to prepare himself before opening the door. Painfully ignoring the glare he knew he was receiving from behind shades, Senta headed over to makeup. The makeup artist greeted him and sat him down, the two began throwing around small talk and discussing the shoot itself and what exactly the director was looking for.

He could still feel daggers being thrown at him from across the room. Why did Cherry hate **him so much? Did he do something that upset him? It's frustrating that he can't figure it out. He gets along wonderfully with all of his other coworkers, be it models, photographers, hell even the receptionists like him. But Cherry? He just can't figure it out and it ticks him off!