[color=808080]"Well... thanks, then,"[/color] Ji says, shrugging, trying to play it off like it's no big deal. She's a real sweetheart, huh? In that case, he can't have her getting all worried about him; no, that's just not right! Ji hates any form of pity or worry directed towards himself and his... [i]unorthodox[/i] living situation, so he would appreciate it if Fuyuko doesn't make a fuss. Luckily, it doesn't seem like she will, and soon the conversation moves past that slightly-thorny topic. Ji makes a mental note to not mention anything about money, food, or clothing in the future, as he is currently lacking all three.

	As Fuyuko begins to talk about her job, though, Ji's ears perk up, and he frowns. What, are they not paying her well? That's rough. Ji's had to haggle a paycheck plenty of times over, but even then, there have been times when he's had to just give up and leave without getting paid; as a hybrid, he's usually on the losing side when push comes to shove. But over the years you get better at knowing who's good and who's not. Starting, of course, with the assumption that nobody can be trusted... and then being pleasantly surprised when you can.

	But, seeing how Fuyuko reacts, it's probably better not to bring up anything like that. It's generally not a good idea to tell the stranger you are going to be spending a undetermined number of nights with that they can't trust anyone. 

	[color=808080]"Hey, hey, no worries,"[/color] Ji replies, hands up, palms open in the universal "I mean no harm" gesture. [color=808080]"It's good to be confident in your work; I bet you're very, uh, capable."[/color] Ji can't really relate; he's not really good at anything, other than staying on the road and pinching pennies. But, Fuyuko got this job, so she probably is good at what she does, and that seems to be enough for her. 

	He's happy for her. But, he must admit, it would be nice to find some sort of passion.

	[color=808080]"You got me there,"[/color] Ji says lightly, brushing those thoughts away with relative ease. [color=808080]"I've never modelled before, what's it like? Do I just have to, like, stand there?"[/color] He laughs, a hand coming up to ruffle around in his curly mass of hair. [color=808080]"Sorry, sorry. I'm thinking of those high-fashion magazines... That's probably much different, isn't it? Have you ever taken pictures for one of those?"[/color]