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The breeze of the cold sea air was relaxing enough to soothe Marco’s spirits as he looked upon Blake’s confident attitude, although the comment on Marco’s apparent help on Blake’s hair did confuse him as he did not recall ever touching his hair. He did recall his hair looking like the aftermath of a Black Friday sale raid, but nothing close enough to ever spruce it up. The back of his mind wanted to question his memory but chose to remain his sleazy shtick as he played along with his words, [color= #01DF00]"I do more than just make someone’s hair look nice. I make 'em feel nice, and I’m charmed to see you quite spirited. "[/color]
As he admits, part of his bohemian vibe did help with his hair, which was appropriate at a yacht party and would go well in every situation, wet or dry. As much as he wanted to think it was the hair, Marco knew it was something that made it seem… offbeat. [color= #01DF00]I’d probably think more of a billionaire’s assumption of what Coachella is. Bohemian rhapsody and all.[/color] As a stylist, though, his thoughts can become a reality, as he knew that Blake needed little improvements and a better measurement. As he twisted his thoughts into something substantial, Marco lightly slicked his hair as a gesture of his compiled thoughts. [color= #01DF00]“It’s not just the hair; it’s that effortlessly chic quality of your suit. In my personal opinion, we could enhance your personal style. We wouldn’t want your fans to think you’ve lost this quality of yours. We can show them your improvement in style, showing that you’ve grown and you’re still you.”[/color] Raising his glass, he took a sip from his drink as he looked at the beautiful moon, not to enjoy the scenery but to avoid looking in Blake’s eyes as he felt as though he had lost a soul from that cheap statement, [color= #01DF00]God, that was cheesy. Dear Gaga, please hit this f#cking yacht into an iceberg, pronto.[/color]
Both parties, as though their bodies felt closer with each word they breathed, looked into each other’s eyes as he read between each line Blake had said to him. Each of the words enticed him to go to the bed where he usually resided, along with the trail of names he had garnered throughout his years living in this industry. Of course, he had to think at this point in time. The playful comment Blake uttered would’ve made a 23-year-old Marco drop on his knees as he saw a bait in an ocean so open to see. A 31-year-old man wouldn’t take this bait in quick succession, and as he would do it, Marco’s intent here was to gain prominence with his style. A tight smile was seen in his face, playing upon a professional angle during this meeting. [color= #01DF00]“I’m a stylist, not a seamstress. The only time where a blank canvas shall be needed is when the tailor is asked for measurements, as requested personally by me.”[/color] Walking past him, his confident stride remained as he looked behind him with fierce eyes, [color= #01DF00]“Even if, let’s say, I’d want a blank canvas, I won’t be the only one seeing a Calvin Klein piece. There’d be my assistant, a second opinion, and apprentices. I do hope you’re into exhibitionism; I’m quite well known to go for anything and everything. Although saying that…”[/color]
[color= #01DF00]“It takes more than flattery and a toned body to see more than just tattoos. I don’t come cheap, Mr. Palamo.”[/color] With the tender whisper he had made, Marco still wanted to lightly pat his shoulder with a subtle reminder of a game he’s used to playing with men who pursue him: a game of hot and cold.
As if nothing had happened, he pulled back from behind Blake’s shoulders as he pulled out a black book with a face that stapled nothing but his professionalism. No double entendre, no nonsense, as he would like when it comes to his job. [color= #01DF00]“Speaking of which, do you have a tailor? It’d be a shame that you’d be gifted Giorgio Armani and come out of the red carpet looking like, for lack of better words, a piece of ham throttled by string.”[/color]
[color= #01DF00]“Of course, it’d be your decision to take me into your arms and style you into a man worthy of the press. You’d think celebrities would be interested in heightening their image, and yet they keep saying that they aren’t interested in fashion, and it is their deed that moves the audience. And I’ll say to them that their efforts in charity would be ruined once they wear something so horrid; the dress would be the topic instead of their intent.”[/color] Snapping from the attitude of his statement, Marco looked back at Blake, reassuring him as he plastered a grin to assure his words weren’t of ill intent. [color= #01DF00]“Apologies for that rant; I find myself so tired of the same one-note line of famous people being so repelled to fashion. It’s the same reason why we won’t have a second Golden Age of Hollywood. But of course, I can make you that standard, and you’ll be written among the greats; if you let me, Mr. Palamo.”[/color]
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[color= #8ACD00]@Kbail | Blake[/color]