"No, no, it's my fault," he said. Picking up the keyboard and stand he saw the look of recognition in her eyes at his tattoos, face flushing red. He remembered her saying that she was a fan but he hoped that she didn't quite recognize them, that they just looked familiar.
"I'll- um, I'll go set this up your room," he said, ducking away to her room before she could say anything or get another look. Only when he got to her room he froze. Above her bed was a poster. That- that stupid poster. He was shirtless, his tattoos in full view. His hair was tinted red and all spiked up and he had big sunglasses on, but it was was his poster. Or rather, Ken Young's poster.
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Date: 2014-11-08 04:36 am (UTC)"I'll- um, I'll go set this up your room," he said, ducking away to her room before she could say anything or get another look. Only when he got to her room he froze. Above her bed was a poster. That- that stupid poster. He was shirtless, his tattoos in full view. His hair was tinted red and all spiked up and he had big sunglasses on, but it was was his poster. Or rather, Ken Young's poster.