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cobbanschick: WAIT VERSACETOUCH MAY BE HOT WTF brb switching lanes ↪mikeycobban: :( ↪cobbanschick: OMH i can't believe u noticed me and this is what u saw😭 IT WAS JUST A JOKE YOU'LL ALWYS B MY #1 ILYSM JXJSKAIISIS
versacetouchdrama: THIS IS HALF A FACE REVEAL WHAT IS HAPPENING ↪itsgibson: someone got really drunk that's what happend
hrvy: Okay but mood
dumbasduff: didn't know eyes could turn me on. Wow. ↪versacetouch: 👀 bedroom in 5 x
"Dude how drunk were you last night?" Rye laughs, jumping onto the wall next to Sonny. They're at the train station waiting for Andy. "You literally did half a face reveal." He laughs.
"S a blurry picture tho." Sonny shrugs, taking a puff of his fag before offering it to Rye who declines. "Was real drunk thought, a little high as well." He admits.
Rye sighs and shakes his head, "I posted a picture with you yesterday, with your full face on it. What if people find out it's you?"
"Nah they won't." Sonny laughs, "It's not that clear and people would never suspect you putting my full name out there on the internet. Most people think versacetouch is some kind of loser that still lives with his mom. So don't think they'll expect up and coming model Sonny D. Robertson to be him." Rye does sometimes wonder how Sonny does it. He chose two of the most public jobs one can have, yet he seems not at all bothers by any criticism. He so laid back, calm and down to earth. Rye guesses Sonny does have an advantage with not showing his face in videos, versacetouch is just a skull sky mask and a pair of purple glittery clout sunnies. There's no face attached to him, Sonny can just say whatever without anyone ever finding out it's him. Not unless he wants them too. It's kind of funny how people always speculate versacetouch doesn't put his face on the internet because he's insecure or really private, while in reality Sonny walks catwalks and has his face in magazines and all over the internet.
"If you say so," Rye sighs. "We've been waiting for twenty minutes. When is Andy coming."
Sonny chuckles, "So impatient." He mumbles, putting out his fag on the wall and throwing the but away. "There he is." Sonny points to the crowd, a bleached blond boy carrying bags is coming their way.
"Ryry!" Andy grins pulling Sonny into a hug. He's shorter than Rye expected him to be.
Sonny grins taking one of Andy's bags from him, "Hope you don't mind, but I invited Rye along."
Andy turns to Rye and shakes his hand, "Huge fan of your work, mate."
"I need you to move a little to the left, put your hand up, look just above the camera, here right at my finger." Watching Andy work is interesting, while at first glance he seems a timid boy he's clearly a leader. He's loud and clear with his directions. Rye barely knows they guy and he can tell that much. Sonny follows Andy's instructions without struggle. It's clear they work together often as they are very comfortable around each other. "Ryry I am telling you, these are gonna be sick." Andy empathizes the worth sick and tells Sonny to get changed, putting down his camera. "Would you mind taking some shots of me?" Rye asks, looking up at Andy from the side walk he had been sitting on. Andy looks rather surprised, but smiles picking up his camera. "Of course! Just you know let me find a good spot." He mumbles, suddenly seeming a lot less certain than he was with Sonny. "Why do you call Sonny Ryry?" Rye questions, watching Andy walk around looking for the right spot. "His name's really Ryan, he still went by that when we first met." Andy explains snapping a couple of pictures to check the lightning. "Come here, the light is fucking great." Rye does as told, "What do you need me to do?" "Just squad down." And just like that Andy snaps away, throwinginstructions to Rye and telling him it looks sick. He's clearly in his element,despite the earlier signs of doubt
"These are sick, Fovvs." Sonny tells him as Rye and he go through the pictures on Andy's laptop. "The agency is gonna love them. Thank you so much, mate. You're a life saver." They're sat at a little café and drinking some tea to warm up. It's still pretty chilly out in London in early April. Rye agrees, "Follow me on Instagram, I wanna tag you when I post some." "I already follow you." Andy laughs softly, taking a sip of his tea. "My at is fovvs, F O two V's S." Rye nods, searching the blond on Instagram, "Followed you back." He smiles, before he continues instructing Sonny which pictures to send him. Andy offered editing them, but Rye liked them like this. Raw and real. "We should probably discuss the room you have up for rent." Andy reminds Rye, but Rye had made up his mind the second he saw Andy. Spending the day with him only made him more certain of his decision. "Nothing to discuss mate, it's yours,"
