Log; INCOMPLETE

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When; Tomorrow!
Rating; PG
Characters; Soubi [lying_obedience, Roxas [turning], and Sora [reflectsthesky]
Summary; Sora and Roxas get hired by Soubi. Except it's a modeling type job thing.
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For the first time in many months, Sora woke before noon. He figured it'd be a good idea to do so, considering today was his first day on the job, and being late wasn't an option. Not that Soubi had specified a time.

Going to "work". The idea of it was completely surreal. He'd never had to get a job prior to this. Sora liked it, though. It lent him a sense of maturity that he didn't normally possess. Besides, this job seemed simple enough. Apparently, it entailed nothing more than sitting. So much for strenuous physical manual labor. This was Sora's kind of job.

Well, modeling hadn't been his first choice, but at times like these, it wouldn't do to be picky.

Roxas didn't seem to be around - he'd probably already gotten ready - so Sora went about the usual business on his own, dressing and having a quick - and rather dismal - breakfast of eggs.

Oh, well. It was temporary - once they got money, they could start living like kings. Sora had it all figured out.

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Roxas, in fact, had gotten little to no sleep. The young Nobody couldn't put his finger on it, but something about this job seemed off and quite possibly wrong. He didn't know why, but didn't care to know, really. They'd be in, out, and gone with money and a full stomach in no time, according to Sora who had claimed that this Soubi would make them something to eat. Roxas already knew he'd decline the offer, and Sora would shovel his face with food. All would be right in the world thereafter.

Except that he'd have to go to another job after this, one that he hadn't told Sora about just yet. Waiting for the right opportunity to try and explain what was going on (even though he knew basically nothing himself until he gathered information on said job) would be difficult, however it was another one of those things Roxas just wanted to get out of the way.

Though right now he was concentrating on making his way back to his and Sora's apartment, having gotten up early (was 5am really all that early?) to go take a walk and keep himself busy. He hoped the brunette was awake and at least dressed by now or he'd have to take drastic measures. Which... at the moment he couldn't think of what would get him up, other than shouting that he had breakfast for him. Which would be a lie, so a bucket of water would've done perfectly fine.

Much to his surprise Sora was up, dressed, and apparently had eaten from what he could see. Roxas was unsure if he should be mildly impressed or not shocked at all.

“'Morning,” he greeted quietly, completely nervous though kept his outward appearance the same as always: calm and collected. He knew he'd be teased anyway if he didn't look as confident as Sora usually seemed to be.

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Spontaneity seemed a precursor to his life.

Having worked his way around Ritsuka’s sleeping form, still early and wasting several minutes to quietly watch the youth turn in dreams, Soubi had managed to collect what supplies he had in order to relocate them. It would not due to wake the Sacrifice so soon, knowing his attitude a little less than stable without the proper amount of rest. It made him smile as he carried the last of his working things into the pre-selected work space, the easel light but awkward.

He hadn’t painted since his arrival into the City. And such beautiful subjects to work with.

A quiet sound almost reminiscent of laughter escaped him as he placed the tool with his paints, brushes, and neatly folded sheets. Costumes for the models, a precaution as one had mentioned not working naked. That also brought a smile, though more reserved as he hadn’t the time to spend on such things. He had to meet them, face-to-face, and instruct them on what to do.

Uneducated workers. How he liked the idea.

Quickly, though with quiet determination, Soubi ended up outside the Cathedral after a few moments, fingers digging into the pocket of his jeans to retrieve cigarette and lighter. Habitual nicotine fix and several moments of silence before setting to the task. It was how he was, how he always would be. And he waited patiently, eyes trained on the figures moving in the distance to locate the boys delivering themselves to him.