Welcome to Fashion Vale {Welcome to Night Vale}

CHAPTER 2

His eyebrows knitted together as he tore his gaze from the extremely interesting stranger who patiently watched passed the door and brought it back to the young man. "New model? Why didn't you just tell me! Get your act together people, I swear you are making my hair turn grey and it might as well just fall out! And I can't have that, can I? Me, with.. Grey... " He shook his head quickly and shuddered. "Qui voudras être dégoûtant..." Which was more horrible French for: That would be disgusting.

And honestly, loss of hair is quite gross.

The shaken employee began with his response, "U-Um... No, sir. I don't think that would be good at all. Your hair you have now is jus--"

"Shut up, Billy, you're boring me. And I haven't the time for you, get out of my sight so I can get my model properly dressed!"

"But my name is Steve..." He whimpered in a soft voice with the clipboard covering his mouth as the tall dark guy with the hot hair stepped into the room behind Cecil. "Billy, Steve... Whatever, close enough. And Steve is a horrible title, who the hell named you?!?" And with that rude remark, he slammed the door in his face and sighed heavily as if exhausted. Cecil quickly forced his expression into a kind smile and spun around on one heel to face the sexy-haired dude, one hand extended in intention to shake his politely. "Bonjour, je m'appelle Cecil Baldwin, and I must say it is wonderful to meet you. Truly."

It seemed he was almost cautious at reaching out to take Cecil's hand (of course it was just a silly hallucination of some sort, I mean, who wouldn't want to shake his hand? After all, he was Cecil Baldwin, TOP MALE FASHION DESIGNER WORLD-FREAKING-WIDE!) before finally grasping it and shaking firmly, a soft smile curving over his too perfect lips. "Carlos."

'Carlos..... Caaaarrrrllloooossss...' Cecil replayed in his head as he nodded and continued to shake his hand for awkwardly longer than usually normal. After about five additional seconds of meaningless shaking, their hands broke apart and a strange sad feeling, that he was much too used to, washed over Cecil. Being such a familiar emotion, it was simple to brush away. "Okay so, let us begin with... Hm.. Let me.. You would probably look good in..." 'Everything.' His mind completed the sentence for him as he cleared his throat and felt his cheeks go warm. Carlos studied him carefully before taking a slow step backwards, trying to give the other man enough space in case he were to explode. Which... It looked as if he were about to do.

Cecil paced back and forth quickly, steps quiet against the old ratted carpet as he rubbed his chin in thought. "I just... Oh! You can wear what the old model wore before she decided to drop out on me and ruin my day!" He said, instantly perking up with a smile as he turned to face him. Carlos was going to give a nod of agreement and dive right into the idea until a certain word caught his attention. "I'm sorry, before she dropped out? No disrespect, Mr Baldwin, but I'm not exactly positive I would be filled in all the right places to model woman's apparel."

His voice was like liquid perfection and gold. Or was it liquid gold an something to do with perfection? Whatever it was, Cecil hardly payed attention to what Carlos had actually explained. It all sounded like a blur of wonderful wonderfulness, if such a thing existed. "Huh..?" He breathed through parted lips before finally snapping back into reality. "Right! Okay, yes, it's settled then. I'll have some one deliver the outfit, bientôt!" Cecil clapped his hands together once with a grin, moving back around to the telephone attached to the wall nearby as he dialled quickly. Carlos assumed everything he had clearly said was heard, so of course he wasn't worried... Anyway, it wasn't like he was actually about to step down that runway under all those eyes in females clothing, no, that would not happen.