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Dmitry checked the instructions sent by text message just to make sure he got the right studio. He didnt want to run into something he didnt need to see or otherwise. Well, he would be down for seeing some naked specimens...The studios at school let some of the art students do nude shoots or have nude models for sketches. What he wouldnt give to do just one nude shoot or at least be able to sit in on one. Since his major was in architecting, he was sure he'd suck at drawing people even if he was good at drawing buildings.

He knocked on the door lightly before pushing it open. "Yo Ry! You here?! Old man?~" He knew he didnt like the nicknames but hey! They were cute and they pissed him off so that was fine by him.

Ryan stood in the studio camera in hand putting on a new lense and listening to music. He was waiting for Mitry to show up. The nunsciance was going to be helping with his first project of the year and really the only one he had to really do while he worked on further polishing his portfolio and getting ready for graduation.

He didn't hear Mitry come in so he fortunately missed nickname he didn't care for. He looked up spotting the other and pulled the earbud from his ear waving him over. "Hey, youre just in time. I'm almost done setting up the camera now and then I just have to do the lightly. I going to fool with some dramatic lightly. Ive been working on movement pieces for my portfolio and I think this will be an interesting concept."

Dmitry shrugged and took off his coat. He was interested in this new idea of Ryans so he went to one of the props, sitting on it casually while he played with his piercings. "So what do you want me to do? Strip?" He grinned teasingly, wraggling his eye brows. He had a feeling he would get hot so he took a hair band out of his pocket, placing his long hair into what most people called a "man bun".

"Am I going to be posing with a partner?"

Ryan turned and looked to Mitry and shook his head. "No I do not need you to strip, though you after the first few shots I may have you work without a s**t. Fabric, however, is good for showing movement."

He looked to a white backdrop with lights set up on either side and in front of it. "My portfolio details movement in photography, using lightly, fabric, emotion among other things. Today I just need you to move for me. However you like, but I can play music if you like. Most people like to dance. Dancing and play are good ones for emotion."

He moved over to the lighting and started to adjust them before calling to Mitry. "Alright. I'm ready for you. Do you want music?"

The level of professionalism Ryan displayed for the what he was doing was probably new to Mitry, but photography was his passion and usually went it was involved nothing could shake his focus.

Ahhhh...Guess it was serious time then? Dmitry rolled his eyes, walking over to a near by prop to place his iphone on, setting his itunes on pop shuffle. Didnt want to get any slipknot or disturbed on there...Might scare him if anything. He waited for the beat before he started to dance, getting into the rhythm.

His dances consisted of hips swaying, akward sprinklers, and even a couple of air guitars here and there. Whatever he did, Dmitry completly forgot Ryan was there, having fun in his own little world. If other people were going to see this then so be it, dmitry was a rockstar damn it and his air guitar solos were on point.

Judge all you want to world! This badass was here to stay and the tickets to the concert were sold out!

Ryan was a little shocked at first when he went to take pictures of Mitry. The nunciance had not rhythm to speak of or he really just needed some new moves. He wasn't terrible sure. Still was moving, albeit in the oddest of fashions so Ryan clicked away catching him at different angles and changing the lightly every so often. He quickly used up about half the memory on his SD care before he stopped Mitry.

"That was good, well sort of. Can you do anything else like maybe, do you play a sport? Or you could even just exercise. I need as many different shots as I can get. You can lose the shirt. You'll probably be really hot otherwise."

Ryan went back to his camera and motioned to Mitry to continue.

Sports? Oh hell yeah!

Dmitry quickly took off his shirt and pants, revealing the loose shorts he had on. He threw up his hands in a fighting stance, his face turning serious while he threw punches and kicks with dead on accuracy. He might not be too good at dancing but thai kickboxing was more his speed anyway. It was considered a type of dance, just one you do with your fists and feet.

Because he felt the need to show off, he incorporated a couple of kick flips and jump kicks, in the zone now. He was in the ring and his opponet was a tough one, simple jabs and kicks wouldnt be enough. Sweat started to form on his body as he moved swiftly and silently.

The switch to sport seemed to be just what Mitry needed and Ry was very much impressed with the range of movement and motion he was able to capture in the shoots. Even when Mitry started to sweat it was captured the photos. Ryan continued to shift back in forth between shooting and shifting the lights. The flips and jumps kicks were impressive and Ryan almost forgot a few times what he was doing because his mind suddenly found itself running full force negaverse 60mph. He wondered if he could get Mitry to teach him. It was certainly help to lessen his bruising, much of which he currently still sported. The most visible of which was on his face. Everyone at school had seen them by now and it was old new thankfully. Not only that he'd gotten more bruise balm and actually gone to a clinic.

He camera signaled it was getting low on memory and Ryan called a halt. "That was really great. I know I got some amazing shots and I've got an amazing chance for some comparison because the switch to martial arts was really something. You should show me some moves some times, maybe one day I'll end up with less bruises when someone decided to take the piss out of me."

Dmitry grinned, shaking some of the sweat out of his eyes before he spoke. He noticed the bruises, but didnt comment on them since Ryan didnt bring it up. Wait, some one was beating him? How come he didnt just go to the police or something? That is considered assault...He walked over to his shirt, grabbing it and tossing it around his neck, walking up to Ryan with a squint. He couldnt teach him any moves perse since his teacher would freak out. "Who's been beating you? And why weren't you smart enough to go to the police? Abuse isnt something thats exactly legal you kow..."

He stepped closer, jussssst enough to where most people would be uncomfortable, grabbing his chin to tilt his head up, more so he could get a good look but it may or may not have been an excuse to touch....Ryan didnt need to know that though. "A pretty face like yours shouldnt be marred like that y'know? Its a crime against nature if you ask me..." His grin turned wicked for a second. "Does it still hurt? Would you like me to kiss it better old man?"

He was only teasing but he was sure this was going to get him hurt one way or another but he didnt care. He had already admitted to himself more than once that his friend was indeed hot in more ways than one. If ONLY he would just let him hit that...

He would rock the poor guys world and turn it upside down.

Eh, he could wait.

Ryan frowned deeply when Mitry boldly asked who was beating on him and furrowed his brows. "I am not .." he started to growl before Mitry's hands were on his face. It was the second time this had happened and he was surprised at first, before he growled.

"Hand's off Mitry," he said about to push other back before his face deadpanned at the other's words. They resulted in Ry automatically punching Mitry in the kidney. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm not an old man. I'm 25. And no I would not like that ... beside its already been kissed better."

He of course didn't mention the who, where or when, that was his business. He was mostly saying it to get Mitry to back off and stop being an idiot. "And I'm not being beaten. Don't particularly care to be touched ... it leads to a lot of fights ... if you must now. Ive just gotten into a few needless fight. Need to control my temper and all that."

He was lying, half lying anyway, but he wasn't about to tell Mitry where the marks really came from.

Wow rejected...Well it wasnt the first time it happened and it wont be the last. Dmitry laughed at the punch to the kidney, grunting softly before stepping back, waving his hands in surrender. "Alright Alright I can take a hint." With that he walked to his sweats and put them back on, giving the man in front of him a sideways glance. "Congratualtions on getting laid I assume?" He didnt need to know the details, just that this meant Ryan was either off the market and wasnt interested or he got lucky. he was leaning towards not interested and he got lucky. Well...Since there wasnt much for him to do he shrugged and stretched.

"When youre done playing highschool, youre more than welcome to come find me. You dont have to worry about me hitting on you anymore as well, I can take a hint prettttty good. Congrats though. If we're done here? Im going to take my leave. Dont have any more desire for punches to the kidney no matter how much they dont hurt. If you want lessons, I left the card for my teacher on that prop over there. Give him a call. I'm out. Untill next time Ryan."

What a waste.

Ryan ignored the congratulations to him. To him it seemed like a weird thing to get congratulated for and it was none of Mitry's business anyway. He wasn't expecting the latter actions from the other though. Ryan experience for the second time feeling bad for something he said or did and was feeling in the moment that having real friends kind of blowed a lot.

"For the love of ...Seriously Mitry. One we're not done yet. Still wanted to go over the damn images with you. Two for someone telling me to stop playing highschool ... if thats even a thing these day ...ugh maybe I am old ... you acting like a 5 year old and telling me to come find you."

He stood there with a brow arched looking at Mitry expectantly, "and you don't even have anything to be mad about ... I was the one with your sweaty hands all over my face with accusations of being abused tossed at me."

He gave him a thoughtful look for a moment, ignoring the card completely though he wasn't a fool, he was certainly going to be calling Mitry's teacher.

He really wanted to smoke right now. His nerves were shot pretty badly AND he was irritated for some odd reason, a reason he didnt feel like contemplating right now. What Ryan said made sense...Why the ******** was he angry anyway? They weren't dating, he had no claims to the man for anything. So what he got laid? SO WHAT there are hickies from it...Not his problem and surely not something to get into his feelings about.

He liked Ryan yeah sure but he should know better.

So Dmitry turned around to face him, running a hand through his now loose and sticky hair [god he needed to shower], wondering what to do.

On one hand he could just be a d**k and walk out the door for that lovely cigarete that was calling his name, or two, he could be a big boy and try to figure this little hiccup out. "Look, sorry for flipping out," He girnned, shaking his head "Dunno what came over me to be honest. My hands are not that sweaty Ryan, so calm you jock huh?" That last bit might have sounded a bit snappy but his nicotine tick was starting to become troublesome. "Why do you need me to go over the pictures with you? Im all sweaty and gross....Clearly you dont want my sweaty body anywhere near you..." Yep still snappy but ******** him he didnt care.

Ryan was honestly surprised that Mitry actually refrained from just walking right out. He seemed really mad and honestly Ryan was a little bit lost. Okay, so he'd thought all the flirting Mitry did was just playful and he was being silly, but Ryan felt maybe he very wrong about that.

Mitry apologized and Ry forgave easy shaking his head. "It's okay," she started to say, but it seemed maybe Mitry not to be quite finished his fit just yet. He was still snappy which annoyed Ryan and grated on his patience. Maybe it would be better to just go over the prints himself, but he was use to showing them to however he was working with and getting their opinion. He sighed.

"Look Mitry, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. That wasn't my intention. You're hands aren't sweaty. You should respect my personal space though." He walked right up to Mitry and repeated Mitry's actions towards Ryan on the other himself. "How do you like it? I mean sure I'm not making rude assumptions, like your lack of marks, or inferring things like, maybe Mitry hasnt been laid in a while. Quite nice to have such off putting actions forces upon you."

He shook his head and moved back to the table with his camera and started to look through the images himself. "Go take your shower. I'll call you when i have the prints done."

Ryan hurt his feelings? Yeah sure....he was just irritated cause he needed a cigarette and maybe that rejection hurt a bit more than it was supposed to. As for invading his personal space, Dmitry simply sat there with an odd look in his eyes with a raised eyebrow. He had no personal bubble, but hey let the guy think he was going something. When he was dismissed he had to force down a growl of irritation. So before he left, he sighed, needing to say one thing: "you know, you really make it hard for some one that is actually interested in you to you know, get closer? Just saying." He waved his hand then, headding out the door. "By the way Ryan, that means I like you, you know, as more than a friend incase you didn't get my previous scentence. Later." With that, he walked out the door towards the communal showers, intent on getting clean before going for that smoke.

Ryan didn’t pay much attention to Mitry leaving, but looked at the door when he was gone. They fought a lot, over stupid silly s**t, because Mitry was a pain, but not like that. This was new and Ryan felt a little like a fish out of water. Dmitry like him more than Ryan really had thought about, but he wasn’t entirely sure what exactly to do about it. He just knew Mitry was one of the only friends he had, so he had a lot of thinking to do.