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[johnnyjoestar]

Who: Johnny Joestar and protectthecastle
When: IC 8/14
Where: Porta Caelestis Spa
What: Veronica gets to find out first-hand what all Jojos are best at. Posing. Lots of posing.
Rating/Warning: Nope



[Johnny's occupations in Cerealia were strange, to say the least, but they paid well enough and weren't too hard, so he wasn't going to complain. Show up a couple times a month to have someone paint his nails, put a bunch of stuff on his hair and face, and then take photos? Well, he'd certainly done worse for less.

He'd sent her a text(instant portable telegrams were still a really strange concept) with the time and place ahead of time and set off for the spa. His nails were... definitely chipped and needed new paint since the last time, but the staff was quick to get their newest set applied and ready to go without complaint. Ombre seemed to be popular lately, with squared-off ends and lots of glitter. Huh.

They'd wanted a more natural look today, so he was without his usual hoodie, but also his signature cap. Hair was teased and fluffed and sprayed with all sorts of aerosols and his face was powdered, lips colored, all the usual. He wasn't sure how people handled going to this sort of effort every day, but hey, he didn't have to lift a finger until the light rigs and camera people arrived anyway. He glanced at the door occasionally, watching for Veronica to arrive.]

[ooc: Art by Ryugue that seemed to fit so well for Johnny today lol]

Comments

[protectthecastle]

[Almost by default, Veronica's mood tended to be Fascinated, and getting the text she had been waiting for from Johnny only increases it (and it showed in both her search history and the books she had taken out immediately after from the library which centered mainly on fashion, textiles, and photography). Reading material safely secured at home though, she makes her way to the spa dressed for practicality and August, with no real thought in her head to impress with either her clothes or her appearance.

But it's clear from the moment she steps in through the door that her good mood only improves further, her eyes bright as she scans the room, taking in the bustle and the equipment and the lights and finally: him. Her smile only deepens at the absence of his lucky horseshoe cap and the artful presentation of his hair, and Veronica doesn't even hesitate to make her way over, carefully avoiding running into anyone or anything as she does.]

Thank you for your invitation.

[And then because she has to once she notices that they've colored his lips and that his nails are painted in a slow transition from one colour to another which she has no name for:]

You look wonderful.