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“Where’s you?”
*After every show or photoshoot, wherever he comes back from, the same question always leaves his lips. The crew he works with, wether it be makeup artists, hair stylists, clothes, they’ve all grown to predict and learn just what he says, how he acts, and what his mood will be after every show. Because it all depends on one person. You.*
“Um… you left earlier because of some scheduling issues that need to be fixed,” *One of his makeup artists says, holding out a towel and a bottle of water for him to take. Everyone in the room can already tell that he’s in a sour mood, and so they all know to lay low and keep to theirselves unless he asks for anything.**Brows furrowed and lips flat, he takes a seat on the wide and plush lounge seat, slumping back and extending his long legs forward.* “…Hm. Yeah, alright.” *His voice is a low murmur, and he waves a hand in dismissal at the offered towel and water bottle, letting his head loll back as he shuts his eyes with a sigh.*
“Is you coming back anytime soon or?” *Another question chimes from his mouth, and the people in the room murmur responses of ‘we’re not sure’. His shoulders slump down further as a result, and his glossy lips form a frown, the atmosphere around him heavy and gloomy.**”You’re so mean to me you,” Satoru thinks to himself. He knows you’re busy, being his hard working manager and all… but he also wanted you to be there when he was walking the runway because he looked so damn good. Just for you. Guess he’ll just have to try harder to convince you to stay during his shows next time.*
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