Polka Dots, Stripes and Camo! What a Lovely Combination! (Open)

Posts : 17 Join date : 2010-09-27

There was a reason Raivis was a model and not a designer and that reason was mainly his aesthectics, or rather, lack there of. It was a normal thing for a teenage boy to have questionable taste in clothing but the Latvian's lack of taste was a bit extreme. It was to the point of him being mistaken for a well groomed hobo, in fact. It was simply unfair that his love of sweatshirts and shorts at least three sizes too big crossed with his non existent sense of color led him to giving the impression of homelessness to potential employers.

Raivis had sought the legendary "Closet" to remedy this. Unfortunately, as soon as he stepped into the burial ground of previous of previous season's looks, he unwittingly caused an avalanche.

It had been a long day. Lovino had just come from two photoshoots, one with Feliciano and one by himself, with another one scheduled for later that night. He was heading to back to his home in an attempt to catch a few hours of sleep before he had to come back. The Italian stifled a yawn behind his hand and frowned. He needed to get home soon or the make-up artists were going to yell at him later…

Before he could make it out of the building, a loud noise startled him. “…What the hell?” Lovino mumbled, heading in the direction of the sound, a frown planted firmly on his face. That noise…it didn’t sound very good…and it sounded like it came with the closet. Even though he knew he shouldn’t have, the Italian moved to find out what had happened in the room.

“…Hello?” There was a giant pile of clothes in the middle of the floor with no one in sight.

Posts : 17 Join date : 2010-09-27

Raivis was buried in a very fashionable grave. The sequins, the lace, the silk and the tweed absolutely covered his 4 feet and 5 inch frame to the point where he was indistinguishable from the floor. He just lay there flat on the floor for a bit while cursing his infernal clumsiness and bad luck- it would take quite some time to clean the mess up and deal with probably angry workers.

He heard someone enter the room and he felt himself trying to disappear further into the pile of clothing. To say Raivis was afraid of confrontation would probably the understatement of the year. However, instead of an enraged voice calling out a hello, it was more of a curious tone. Wiggling enough out of the pile that his head was uncovered, he let out a very quiet," Ummmm......h-hello, sir?"

What the hell happened here? Lovino’s mind was still trying to process the thought even though it had been a few seconds since he first poked his head in. Did someone get into a fight or something? The Italian wouldn’t be surprised if that had happened. Some of the people in the company didn’t like each other and fights weren’t too uncommon…

The Italian hesitantly stepped forward, resisting the temptation to poke the large mound of clothing. He wasn’t Feliciano or a little kid. He didn’t need to poke whatever…or whoever was in there. Lovino shivered in fear at the thought- was there a monster hiding underneath the mound of clothing?

No. No. No! There was no Goddamn monster hiding under the clothes. B-but why was it moving if there was nothing there? Fuck. He was going to get eaten alive before he could try to go on a date with that idiot. Speaking of him…where the hell was he? Lovino needed someone to protect him from the horrible monster under the shirts… A-and the idiot was only supposed to be used as a shield. It wasn’t like Lovino wanted a knight in shining armor or something…

He jumped when he saw the head poke out from under the blankets, about ready to start shouting for help…until his mind caught up to what he was doing and he realized that it was only a kid. …A kid managed to freak him out that much? Goddamn it. He was losing his touch.

Lovino growled softly, glaring at the other. “What the hell did you do, you little brat?”

(( Sorry about not replying sooner! I got swamped with school work and then I managed to get sick. @_@ ))

Posts : 17 Join date : 2010-09-27

Oh heavens, the person who came into the closet seemed really angry. The Latvian boy started to whimper as the brunette man glared at him. "I'm s-so sorry, I'm s-so sorry...pl-please don't hurt me sir.." Raivis felt his eyes had already watered up and he was starting to sniffle. Great. Just great.

Trying his best not to start outright sobbing, he covered his face in his hands in shame. "I f-fell, sir....so sorry, so s-sorry..."

The Italian rolled his eyes. Seriously? This kid was afraid of him? Lovino hadn’t even done anything to him. A soft sigh escaped his lips. Who the hell was he and why the hell was he stuttering so much? It wasn’t like he was going to take out a machete and start hacking the poor boy up… Though…

He shook his head sighing again as he reached down to offer him a hand up. “Stop calling me sir,” he replied. “Stop apologizing. And stop stuttering. You make it sound like I’m going to kill you.” The most he was going to do to the poor kid was make him clean up… And probably help him clean too.

Posts : 17 Join date : 2010-09-27

" So s-sorry," Raivis mumbled as he accepted the older male's hand to weakly help himself up. Very quickly letting go he managed to squeak out "force of h-habit, sir!"

He winced at the brunette's obvious disapproval of him and with shaking hands he began to pick up the items of clothing misplaced when he took the fall. Even in the chaos of the clothing on the floor looked far better than any outfit Raivis could ever arrange.

...What the hell did he just say? The little brat in front of him didn't know how to listen, did he? It didn't seem fair. He took a deep breath and sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he continued to watch the kid in front of him. At least now he was getting to work and beginning to pick things up.

...But why the hell was he shaking so much? Lovino didn't really understand it. There was nothing here he was supposed to be frightened of... Lovino looked around the room and sighed before moving to pick some clothing up off the floor. Raivis was working too slow, so if the Italian wanted anything to get done, he was going to have to help himself.

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{{Sorry for the lateness! DX }}

"..Do plaid and paisley go t-together?" Raivis asked meekly as the older man began to clean the mess up for him. It was truly kind of him to do so and the Latvian decided it was a great opportunity to address why he had entered the legendary closet in the first place.

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