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	The sounds of static popping and cracking of a record spinning idly on the platter as the stylus skips along the surface smoothly filled in the small space of the otherwise calm apartment. Chaos enveloped the small, modern contemporary kitchen as dishes, caked in batter, sat soaking in the skin. Flour dusted the counter tops, clearly spilled from the mixing bowls and forgotten about. Syrup that missed the plates, or fell from the edges of the picture perfect breakfast, sat in multiple tiny pools upon the surface as well. The static of the white noise is drowned out only by the soft lull of ivory keys making way for the drop of a concealed bass and snare. Almost like a music box in it's tinkling. Thumping in time with an invisible metronome, and it's in this sort of stillness that the chaotic energy is subdued. For a time. [i]For a moment.[/i]

With sunlight streaming in through the open window, sheer cream curtains drawn back, Comus finds herself sitting atop the counters of her freshly destroyed scullery, flour decorating the apples of her cheeks and forehead. [color=#B2617F]"This looks good enough to eat~"[/color] she sings aloud, clapping her bands together and kicking out her feet in a happy little dance before opening up her phone to snap a picture worthy of social media.

Once it's posted with a cute little caption of [sub][color=#B2617F][i]"Pollo isn't the only chef in the squad [/i]✌"[/color][/sub] she is digging in, scrolling through her feed and messages, eyes snagging on the last few texts from Hebe talking about a brunch with Ares for that morning. Unfortunately, she had to cancel on her bestest best friend and a brunch with her favorite cousin; even if Ares was rooting the bill, all due to a fitting, and [i]now[/i] a photo shoot taking place at 10. Which prompted her to shift her gaze to the time at the top of her phone screen only to help in surprise and nearly drop the handheld. [color=#B2617F]"Oh shit! I'm gonna be late! [b][i]Fuck![/i][/b]"[/color]

For the next ten minutes Coco spent it scrambling down from her position in the kitchen and rushed about trying to look somewhat presentable for when she arrived at the photo shoot with Aphrodite. She knew there was no way in Hades that she was going to get there in time so she sent off a quick text to the Goddess of Love informing her, hoping that she could keep the fashion coordinators off her ass when did finally stroll into the studio.

[quote]To: [color=papayawhip]aphro love 🌺💗[/color]
im running late! again 😫 please dont kill me. keep the coordinator busy while i sneak in? 🤧 ill get you your fav drink! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you love youuuu[/quote]
Pleased enough with the quick text, she took one last final look around her [url=https://pin.it/4XzEfve]cozy apartment[/url], frowning quite a bit at the mess still sitting in her sink, but brushed the wrinkles away with the back of her wrist. [color=#B2617F]"I'll deal with it later..."[/color] she grumbles as she closes and locks the door, rushing to the steps; Coco did [b]not[/b] have time to wait on that shitty lift. As soon as Comus stepped out of the threshold of her complex she was greeted with a pleasant breeze picking up around her, carrying her loose strands of hair to whip about her; effectively hitting her in the face more than once. It had been some time since the Conclave and her catch up date with Hebe; making a note to have her come over and have another movie night - sans the rom-coms. [i]Maybe.[/i] There is a lot of shit Coco puts up with for the sake of Hebe's happiness. If rom-coms are the deciding factor, than, well, Coco was just gonna have to suck it up. 

The trek to the studio was tedious at best, boring at the worst. However, today seemed to be looking up for her as she spotted her dear grandfather strutting his stuff down the sidewalk. His tailored suits doing wonders for his figure and she had to wonder, to whom his he trying to impress? Steely greys pierced the crowds around the god among men taking notice of how he slipped into the tea shop, a local favorite of both mortals and godly beings. Hades plopped right down into the seat across from Hathor, the beauty that works at the Jade. Which reminded her to stop by and visit more often. A sly smirk [color=#B2617F]"Granddad, you devil you..."[/color]

After swinging by the nearest coffee shop along the way towards the studio she passed by a line of stores, selling a myriad of different items; jewelry, boutique like fabrics and clothes, bags and books. One store in particular caught the goddesses chaotic eye, a pleasant smile tugging the corners of her lips up. She was already late, what's the harm in a few more minutes? A few minutes spent inside granted Coco a reprieve from the hassle of rushing to the shoot and just took her time, perusing the isles. The store was practically empty, morning sun light coming in through the large double pane, floor to ceiling windows, bathing the shop in warmth. The materials bowed beneath her fingertips as she scanned the shelves. [sub][color=#B2617F][i]'It needs to be perfect... which one, which one...'[/i][/color][/sub] Each one seemed duller than the last and she was just about to give up when the last shelf, up at the very top and towards the back caught her eye. Comus didn't need to feel the fabric used to know that it was perfect. Without hesitation she snatched it up - utilizing the staff's help of course, a cute mortal male who gave her an award winning smile - and proceeded to pay. A smile on her lips, a new item in her bag on her hips and a number slipped into her front pocket; the morning was starting to look up.

Until she arrived into the studio. Immediately she was bombarded by the assistant coordinator; who might as well have been just as bad. Always talking to someone whether it was the person in her ear or the other models, no one was really sure. Spouting off how everyone, a pointed look at Coco informed her that this was directed to her, should be grateful to be selected to showcase the [b]Aeon[/b] brand. This was Leona Faustus after all. Coco wondered if it was possible to go blind with how hard she rolled her eyes. As the models were dismissed to head off to the makeup bench and changing racks she caught sight of some familiar faces. [color=#B2617F]"Helen!"[/color] Before heading back towards the therapist and model combo, she set her possessions down on the bench and taking a long, sweet look at the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9c/f3/f9/9cf3f9892a5e9febfdf2e78546146704.jpg]item[/url] poking out of her bag. She pat the top of it, fingers carding through the shag like fabric, [color=#B2617F][i]"Oh, can't wait! Heebs is gonna love you~"[/i][/color] With a swift turn she headed towards Aphrodite, her promised drink in hand.
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