"Morning," A voice purred from the back of the room.<br/><br/>It was a big, big room. A studio flat; an open kitchen, a bedroom, a living room and a workshop all rolled into one in a stylish, expensive design. Everything. A whole life all suspended fifteen storeys up into the California skyline.<br/><br/>He'd left Ryuu in his bed and had since curled up on the plush cream couch, feet kicked up, black hair curling against the arm, at the business end of his studio, the one usually reserved for his models, the nude shots-- not that this meant much to him. All of his previous muses... they were dust on the side walk now.<br/><br/>((OOC: hehe! I've not done this on purpose, but-- look at the picture of Marco up at the top of the thread! XD))<br/><br/>He flicked through a few of his old shoots, the new ream of film, Ryuu's unaware shots nestled on the cushion next to him just itching to be processed and compared. Marco stirred, sitting up, looking over the back of the couch, one arm lulled loosely over the edge.<br/><br/>"The doors are locked," he said with the slightest of smiles, watching the beautiful boys eyes dart around wildly.