heavy dirty soul| muke

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trois (Luke's outfit top/side)

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Luke straightened his back as he watched the photographer try to get a good angle of him. The blonde mischievously smirked, pulling up the hem of his skirt almost revealing his undergarment.

Luke bit his lip, staring cautiously at the camera lense.

Flash.

Luke quickly turned to the side giving the photographer a better angle of his bum. He placed a hand on his hip, slightly leaning backwards to show off his face too.

Sooner or later, Luke had to be sat on bar stool to allow Cosmo to get a defined picture of his facial features that are similar to an angel (even tho he isn't.)

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"You did great." Claudia grinned giving Luke's shoulder a pat.

Luke smiled so wide, he loved being praised constantly. "C, are you ready for tomorrow?"

"Don't call me that." Claudia slapped the back of Luke's head, making the blonde cackle at her evident French accent.

"Why don't you speak French anymore?"

"Because you're not worthy of it, Luke." Luke faked an offended expression muttering a little 'rude' under his breath.

"Luke."

"What?"

"Promise me that you're not gonna pounce on any of the members, okay?" Claudia knows how Luke's brain worked at times.

"Pssht, as if."

"Whatever, just don't assault anyone."

Luke and Claudia existed the building, heading towards Claudia's Mini Cooper. Luke played Melanie Martinez's Cry Baby album(aka pure art) throughout the car ride to his place, they stopped by Krispy Kreme since Luke adores donuts.

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