Lucio frowned lightly as Ansel question him on why he disliked modeling so. “Well, when I first started modeling I was forced into it by my father, and I suppose that just left a bit of a bitter taste in my mouth,” he admitted with a slight shrug of his shoulders before continuing on with his handing over of the phone. He chuckled lowly then as Ansel commented on wanted to meet his fan club. He wasn’t sure that was the best idea he’d ever heard, but he supposed that he wouldn’t be able to hinder Ansel were he to truly set his mind to attending, and if the professor was going to attend he had a feeling it’d be best of he went along with him to make sure he didn’t get up to anything stupid. He’d never actually attending one of the balls, and he was hoping that the fact that it was masquerade would be enough to hide his and Ansel’s taboo relationship among the throngs of Chicago’s elite.<br/><br/>The boy was still carefully cleaning up when Ansel held out his cell. He smiled at his request and nodded, “Of course, love. I’ll send them all to you and I’ll be sure to have a chat with the photographer about the beauty marks . . . I’m not sure he’ll heed my request but I suppose it couldn’t hurt to ask,” he commented as he carefully slid the phone into his pocket before continuing on with his damage control. Once he’d cleaned up the mess at least a majority of the way his light, sweet breakfast was finished and he washed his hands before moving over to the spot Ansel had set up. He settled in comfortable and more than gladly dug into the food that was. As far as natural foods went fruits were some of Lucio’s favorites, as they satiated his sweet tooth enough that he didn’t go made when he was trying not to consume massive amounts of sugar.<br/><br/>Lucio glances over his shoulder as Ansel commented on the absence of his brothers. “Oh, don’t worry, if I know Ian he’ll have already blabbed to them about what happened and they’ll be down here shortly to confront us . . . Or, more correctly, me.” As though they were aware that they were being spoken about, mere moments later the pair of siblings stormed down the stairway and into the kitchen. Griffith looked incredibly groggy and mildly confused, whilst Cassio looked considerably more awake and there was something about his appearance that advertised the fact that he was freshly fucked.<br/><br/>“Lucio, what the fuck are you on?” Griffith grumbled as he moved into the kitchen, reaching up to rub his face in an agitated manner.<br/><br/>“Seriously, man, what the fuck? Ian told us what happened, don’t you think that was a bit of an exaggeration?” Cassio snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.<br/><br/>Lucio sighed heavily as he peered into his bowl of fruit, shaking his head slowly at his brother’s anger. “I suppose he told you that he was just having a conversation with Ansel, hm? And that I snapped when I saw him there with him,” he murmured as he slowly picked through his bowl and draw out a slice of his orange, placing it delicately before his lips as he gazed at the pair of young men. “I bet he didn’t tell you that he was trying to seduce my boyfriend, did he? That he was groping him, practically molesting him.” The brother’s fell silent, looking confused, and then Cassio sighed heavily as he glanced over at the large hole in the wall.<br/><br/>“Ansel, darling, do you mind if I pull you from my dear brother for a moment? I’d like to chat with you about something in private,” Cassio murmured suddenly as he stared at the gaping wound in the otherwise beautiful and impeccably well-kept home.