kinich / reader
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Just a simple story, a college boy who owns a pet lizard starts to realize this thing called "pretty privilege" when he got ambushed by a Snezhnayan creative designer who kept persisting him to become his fit...
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Kinich could barely process anything during the fashion show.
All he could really remember was a bunch of flashing lights, snazzy outfits that kept fluttering on the runway, boisterous riffs of an electric guitar, and the strong clapping of the audience.
Weren't fashion shows more on the quieter side? Why was yours so unbelievably passionate?
His eyes started to adjust at the more controlled lighting of the after party room, still in a daze on what he had just witnessed.
"Remember our training, Kinich." Your eyes glinted with seriousness at the guy beside you. The two of you were currently standing somewhere at the center of the room where the afterparty was being held.
Kinich locked his eyes towards the crowd of people, all wandering around and chattering with their glass of champagne.
He figures that the two of you would just wait there until someone approaches you.
Unsurprisingly, there was a mild wave of nervousness building up within him. He was hoping he wouldn't have to do a lot of talking with people he knows almost nothing about.
It doesn't help that you left out a lot of information about the rest of the guests. Getting a glimpse of a few journalists with their cameras in the room, Kinich would have to be wary of what he says in front of them.
