[attr="class","danny"]it's not gentle, not in the slightest.

danny suddenly feels all eyes in the room shift to him, some wondering, some glaring, many likely wondering how a complete newbie's managed to sneak their way into a shoot like this. little do they know of his...two hundred followers?...fuck. maybe they had a point.

"yeah, hey, i'm danny. i don't mind going last, you know, based on seniority and experience or whatever."

despite that, the assistant's already ushering him forward. they had little time to waste, it seems. he glances over the many different colors, debating for moments, and settles on white.

a bold choice.

"i'll just go change, then?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Casey Fincher

[attr="class","danny"]lagging behind, he watches the other models slip into their changing booths. right — he should probably do the same. too bad he doesn't realize in time. the assistant comes up behind him and practically ushers him into the booth themself. he can hear their sigh even after the door closes behind him.

there, he's slid a tracksuit similar to casey's, and he quickly changes into it before slipping back out now dressed in a comfortable fitting white tracksuit. though lanky to some degree, the suit doesn't hang off of him as much as it does with some of the others. his eyes flick over to casey as if searching for guidance.

thankfully, he's ushered into the photography room next door by the same assistant, who by this point danny suspects to be properly sick of his inexperience, which is definitely fair.

"hey," he says, pushing slightly through the others to catch up to casey. "help me out a bit, will you? i'm out of my element here."

[attr="class","noodles"]Casey Fincher

[attr="class","danny"]danny has never quite taken the expression 'watch and learn' as serious as he is right now. two models go up before him and he watches with keen eyes, observing and analyzing every single thing they do. he focuses on the foot on the waist-high cube; he could do that, he thinks, but he's pulled away by casey's voice.

"sit...alright i think i can do that." he's not disregarding everything else casey says but his mind simply chooses to focus on the first thing that's said to him. he nods mostly to himself, deciding that yes, he can definitely sit. and soon enough their turn comes.

casey, like a natural, gets into a pose. heart pounding in his chest, danny almost trips on his way over, but the recovery he makes is...somewhat smooth. he turns and sits on the cube, mind trying its best to remember all the pictures he's seen while browsing instagram. surely there's a pose he could steal...

and sure enough, he gets into one: he brings one leg over the other, crossing, and brings a hand across his body to latch onto his other shoulder. the tracksuit's long enough that it raises to cover his mouth just a little as he leans forward. he finds the lens and waits with his heart in his mouth.

[attr="class","noodles"]Casey Fincher

[attr="class","danny"]casey's encouragement helps a lot — he'll need to repay the favor after this. his heart settles in his chest as the camera starts to go off, clicking and flashing almost to the beat of the music. he focuses on that instead and loses himself in the lo-fi.

it isn't until he hears the zipper being pulled before he does the same to his. but after a blink of an eye, the shoot's over, and the two of them are free to go.

"that was...uh...fun?" he says to casey as they step away, approaching the door that leads back to the changing booths. "thanks for helping me out, mate! that was some top-tier advice."

[attr="class","noodles"]Casey Fincher

[attr="class","danny"]danny exists with his nondescript outfit that he likely bought from a local vendor in galar. he had always been big on supporting local businesses which was a reason why he had agreed to this shoot in the first place. gotta help this boutique brand grow and all that.

when he finally exits the changing booth, he's glad to see casey waiting for him even if he had singled him out earlier. what's done is done, as they say.

"i sort of found an agent in petalburg who referred me to this job. i don't know why i said sort of...i did. i found an agent." he chuckles, then shakes it off. "how did i do? you can be honest with me. i'm sure i can take it. maybe."

[attr="class","noodles"]Casey Fincher

[attr="class","danny"]"really? that's hard to imagine. you seem so...natural. in a good way, of course."

not that he could ever see being natural as a bad thing. but then again, what if you were a natural at doing something bad...like crime? oh, he's overcomplicating things now. shut up, danny.

"oh, is your cousin famous? i'm sorry if you are, too, i'm quite bad at following pop culture and celebrities and whatnot. just too much sometimes, you know?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Casey Fincher

Little did either of them know... there was a natural at crime in his family. But! That's neither here nor there.
"Well, one of them is on TV for doing contests. I think it's... Melody? Her and the other one... they're both gym leaders. I'm not good at following that stuff either. If you get to a certain size, celebrities are your people and it's your business to know, but otherwise... It's power you could put towards anything else."

He said, as if he didn't slack off at the job his dad gave him by picking pointless fights in comment sections. Casey gestured towards the door with an outstretched thumb, and arched a brow. "We're pretty much done here, do you wanna grab lunch?" Not that he knew what that even looked like at this moment. Oh, well. Something would jump out at their noses, if they left the building and walked around a little.

DANNY HALL

[attr="class","danny"]melody and the other one — he laughs but nods all the same, agreeing with the sentiment shared near the end. his eyes drift towards the door, then back at casey.

"let's! i'm starving."

they walk down the short flight of stairs that lead into the brick and mortar store. there, he feels a couple of glances shoot in their direction; he assumes they're staring at casey or the other models. anyone but him, really.

"there's a decent breakfast place near here. i know it's not morning anymore but still..."

[attr="class","noodles"]Casey Fincher