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"Aww, baby you look gorgeous!"

[break][break]Compliments like this still takes time to getting used too, and even more so having a gorgeous woman such as Lani come up and shower him with affection was something he'd never pass up. He couldn't help but melt into her hands, a sheepish grin taking place before he ended up asking his next question for her.

[break][break]"What? And look like some stuffy, big-wig politician? I don't think so."

[break][break]Seeing a hand reaching up for the top of his head, Mateo found himself already lower his head so that se could style and mess with his hair as she pleased. He kept his eyes closed for the process, just enjoying the sound of her voice and nails on his scalp.

[break][break]"...is something more like this."

[break][break]Unfortunately great things don't last long and with her stepping away marking the end of her coddling, Mateo would take his time to stand up straight, his eyes meeting his reflection in the mirror. Curious little head tilts as if he was trying to perceive what it would look like from every angle, Mateo would finally look away from himself with a toothy grin.

[break][break]"Damn Lani, this looks great."

[break][break]He can only guess why idols do it in the first place, but soon the distance between the both of them would shorten again, as her attention moved from his hair to his clothes this time.

[break][break]"In fact, here's your first lesson Mateo."

[break][break]Typically Mateo would take a woman like herself unbuttoning as an act of flirting, however as his eyes bounced from his shirt back to her, it was pretty easy to tell it was anything but.

[break][break] "At Olympus we're gods and goddesses. So there's no need to stress over perfection, for gods and goddesses, are already perfect."

[break][break]"Leilani, 'as anyone ever told you, 'zat you have a way with words."

[break][break]A hint of his accent peaking through as he spoke without any hesitation, in truth this was completely the opposite he had to live by thus far. He had to be perfect, he had to uphold an image for others to follow, and that ideal was fabricated by the families that held the most power. The very idea of him already being perfect was foreign, but it's an idea he'd love to implement to his new life.

[break][break]--And she was right, who would dare to tell them otherwise?

[break][break]The infections sound of her chuckle eased his nerves as he'd laugh a bit with her.

[break][break]"No need to be nervous tonight. You'll be shadowing me. I'll show you how things are done, you just focus on paying attention and enjoying yourself."

[break][break]It was just as he was about to open his mouth to make a remark did she commanded him to sit. Even though he wasn't going to deny her request the giddy way she tried to reinsure him and the gentle squeeze of his hand would have definitely made him fold if not. He'd give her hand a slight squeeze back, before slipping it out from her grasp and sitting down on the chair, already ready by closing his eyes.

[break][break]"My face is all yours, David"

[break][break]A reference to a Kalosian painter, he'd eagerly wait for what kind of make up she wanted to give him. It wasn't his first rodeo, though what he was used to getting was to something more akin to stage makeup-- exaggerated do that people from far distances could see it still. At least working with him would've been a breeze.


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