Sean knew that Viggo would be happy with him just like this--he was, most of the time, and if not for the fact that he'd had a long day already, and the Idaho sun had made his shirt cling to him - that he was uncomfortable and a little smelly - Sean would have just let Viggo have his way, but he was himself thinking of a long evening listening to Viggo's voice, as the sun went down, until the light turned rosy pink and heavy and the blinds would throw black lines across his face and announce that the day was almost gone. It would be an evening well spent by any standards, and he should feel embarassed that this laziness was where his life had led, but he deserved a break now and again--especially now.
He took a long enough shower by his standards - eight minutes, taking care to shave (both his face and his underarms), wash off all the paint (though he had no doubt Viggo would get more on him before the day was out), and make himself smell as little like the inside of a gymsock as it was possible to. His expensive aftershave clashed a little with the strong orange-flower shampoo and ylang-ylang bodywash, but the fine dusting of talc overwhelmed them all, leaving him in a state of clean-smelling bliss, but managing to miss the white smudge on the back of his neck where he hadn't rubbed off the excess well enough. He brushed his teeth, scrubbed his hair as dry as it could go, and rubbed ointment under his eyes; a necessary evil when you kept as awful time as an actor had to. Black bags would have settled eternally under his eyes if not for this stuff of miracles.
Sean redressed. His feet were bare, and he wore expensive, fine-fitting white trousers and a brand new white shirt over a white tank top, as though he'd deliberately dressed as a canvas for Viggo to decorate. Around his neck he wore the chain, with the ring back on it rather than on his hand, because it was safer there for the most part, and also because he'd grown rather used to it.
Viggo was waiting for him, looking peaceful rather than anxious, and Sean smiled, glanced at the chair that was waiting for him and moved over, turning the chair full around and dropping into it, his hands dropped on the back as he looked at Viggo like some kind of naughty schoolchild, expectant but beaming.
"I'm ready for my close-up, dahrling~" He winked. It was totally ridiculous, but then Viggo looked dead serious, and Sean would be put at ease if he made him laugh.
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He took a long enough shower by his standards - eight minutes, taking care to shave (both his face and his underarms), wash off all the paint (though he had no doubt Viggo would get more on him before the day was out), and make himself smell as little like the inside of a gymsock as it was possible to. His expensive aftershave clashed a little with the strong orange-flower shampoo and ylang-ylang bodywash, but the fine dusting of talc overwhelmed them all, leaving him in a state of clean-smelling bliss, but managing to miss the white smudge on the back of his neck where he hadn't rubbed off the excess well enough. He brushed his teeth, scrubbed his hair as dry as it could go, and rubbed ointment under his eyes; a necessary evil when you kept as awful time as an actor had to. Black bags would have settled eternally under his eyes if not for this stuff of miracles.
Sean redressed. His feet were bare, and he wore expensive, fine-fitting white trousers and a brand new white shirt over a white tank top, as though he'd deliberately dressed as a canvas for Viggo to decorate. Around his neck he wore the chain, with the ring back on it rather than on his hand, because it was safer there for the most part, and also because he'd grown rather used to it.
Viggo was waiting for him, looking peaceful rather than anxious, and Sean smiled, glanced at the chair that was waiting for him and moved over, turning the chair full around and dropping into it, his hands dropped on the back as he looked at Viggo like some kind of naughty schoolchild, expectant but beaming.
"I'm ready for my close-up, dahrling~" He winked. It was totally ridiculous, but then Viggo looked dead serious, and Sean would be put at ease if he made him laugh.