Model Romance| Klance

Part Two

"Come on Keith livelier, you look like you're being held here against your will." Shiro tried moving around getting a different angle of Keith.

"I'm trying my best here." Keith shifted on the couch, he brought the cushion closer to his face and rested his chin on top. He tried to picture vulnerable so that his eyes would soften. Shiro sighed and took a picture, he moved his camera away from his face so that he could get a better look at Keith.

"Keith this is a cute shoot, be cute." Shiro specified, he stood up and adjusted the lights until he was satisfied.

"I'm being as cute as I can!" Keith took a deep breath trying not to let Shiro's words push him out of the zone. They had been at it for hours and if it wasn't for how nice the outfit felt, he would have left after the first hour.

"Right now all I'm getting from you is tired college student vibes." Shirt sighed and sat on the edge of the couch. He brought the camera screen to his face and flipped through the footage. He shook his head mumbling to himself.

"They can't all be that bad." Keith brought his feet up and leaned over trying to get a peek at the camera.

"Uh yeah, they can be. There are two major problems. One is that we're trying to show off the leggings, not how well you can hide behind every prop we have." He leaned the camera over and scrolled through some of the earlier pictures that they had taken.

Keith was wearing dark blue leggings with a crossed pattern, they were matched with a simple white top with a red V on the center. He tried his best to not cringe at every photo, he didn't like looking at pictures of himself on regular basis. Pictures of himself modeling badly just made him die inside. Keith pointed to a picture, and Shiro stopped scrolling. Keith was on his stomach, his legs were up and his left leg was almost touching his back. Most of Keith's face was covered by his arm, it looked like he was comfortable and ready for sleep.

"This one's not too bad." He looked up at Shiro who looked conflicted. Shiro enlarged the picture getting a close up of Keith's backside.

"It would have been perfect if you weren't contorting your hips away from the camera." Keith crossed his arms pushing down a blush.

"I didn't want my butt to be in the picture." He said as levelly as he could, he avoided looking at Shiro. Shiro took the camera away and gave him his best deadpan look.

"Keith, you're wearing leggings. Rule one of leggings is that you always show the ass. It's practically criminal not to. If not the ass, then show off the thighs. And we both know that getting a good thigh shot without camel toe for male models should always be left to professionals."

"I'm a professional," Keith protested, he had been doing this long enough to at least qualify for intermediate.

"Not right now you aren't." Shiro's eyes narrowed as he looked at Keith's face, his hand extended and he took Keith's chin. He moved his face left, right, up then down. "Shit, why didn't I notice before?"

"What? Do I have a pimple or something?"

"No no," Shiro took his hand off of Keith's face and sighed. "You have bags under your eyes, they're pretty pronounced too." Shiro began flipping through the pictures again, this time looking at close-ups of Keith's face. "Why didn't you wear concealer? You and your bags are in every shot." Keith bit his lip, he hadn't even thought to check the mirror before he came down for the shoot.

"I forgot..." He said quietly, he uncrossed his arms pressing his hands into the couch cushion. He could feel Shiro's gaze on him, then he heard the click as the camera was turned off. He knew Shiro was too much of a perfectionist to post any of the images. "We can redo them," He offered.