[ Since he's getting paid for this job, Megumi's decided to take it somewhat seriously - or as seriously as one can be about a job where he has to stare at people's half naked bodies. This is not a fun time for him. He wants to leave. Still, he could be being dragged in for modelling, so things could be far, far worse.
Armed with a clipboard, he's somehow the most organised and efficient photographer around. While he doesn't have a creative bone in his body, he's too the point and doesn't beat around the bush about where he wants everyone standing, so that makes up for things. The head photographer has already supplied him with a list of ideas to use for the shoots anyway. ] Next, please.
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Armed with a clipboard, he's somehow the most organised and efficient photographer around. While he doesn't have a creative bone in his body, he's too the point and doesn't beat around the bush about where he wants everyone standing, so that makes up for things. The head photographer has already supplied him with a list of ideas to use for the shoots anyway. ] Next, please.
[ And up next is a name he finds familiar. ]
-- Oh. Wriothesley-san.