#captivatedhues

From: Ryuji To: Yusuke

Photo shoots are always high-energy and take a lot of focus, and now, especially, it requires a lot of concentration. It’s been at least a month between first coming here and Akechi helping to set her up with a modeling agency (she was still kind of floored that he went through that trouble for her), and it kind of showed. Especially lately, seeing how drained she was with everything that happened. But even still, she had a dream, and she wasn’t going to give up on it because she hit a rough patch. She couldn’t let this beat her. So even though she’d rather be home right now, she still puts on a bright smile, and switches from perky to demure at the behest of the photographer. 

But all that grinds to a halt when she spots someone staring at her from across the street. A small crowd had already gathered around the camera crew to watch, but only one onlooker stood out to her. It couldn’t be... 

“Yusuke-kun?” 

“Hm? Something wrong, Ann?” 

She doesn’t even look at the photographer as she confirms that yes, it is her friend. And suddenly nothing else matters. 

“S-sorry, I need to take a quick break.” She mumbles before hurrying away, not waiting to hear a response. Not that it actually garnered more than a few sympathetic glances. This sort of occurrence was really common for Riftlings, after all. 

You’ve been making a name for yourself in the Fucko art scene, but obnoxiously, certain “big names” have dominated to the exclusion of newcomers. There’s some human named Madarame who’s gained notoriety -- he’s got an art show this week at some fancy gallery that’s totally overrated (and not just because they rejected your work). Well, you’ll go and see what inspiration you can glean.

You suppose the works have a great range in style, and the man is clearly skilled. Still, you don’t think it’s any better than your work. You huff and turn to a lanky human who appears lost in thought to get his opinion.