Snippet #1776321

Stef had opened his eyes as soon as he felt their elevator reach to their designated floor and his trademark smile made way easily to his face, what would happen next came along expected. His eyes looked over the outfit yet again, overseeing all wrinkles to be gone, and to make sure that the pieces of cloth that made up his outfit were all balanced properly to give him the appearance that satisfied him.

Once the elevator doors opened, brighter lights than the ones in this death trap had already begun to peek through the doors, and it not fazing him. Cameras had been anticipating their arrival already, and brought his amusement.

The sudden flashes of cameras had become familiar to him by now, and it was rather nostalgic by now. In the beginnings of their career, it had caught him off guard, and made him lose his smile, instead replaced with a scowl or a blank look. To this day, it rather irritated him to see older photos of him seeming rather bitter, which completely didn't go along with his earlier outfits. But now, with a high strut and easy going walk feeling naturally used to the attention given by the cameras, he didn't have to worry really about bad photos that he didn't like to be seen by all. Nowadays, he was pretty sure that with their ever growing popularity, the new ones would flush out the bad ones.

He had followed through as Kenzi walked through by the cameras, heading towards the doors that would lead out to the streets outside. He was a foot out of the elevator, better known to him as 'that poorly color-coordinated death trap', when he felt a figure have his fingers slip in and tangling themselves into his shirt, Stef turned slightly to see who the intruder was. His smile had dropped slightly, an almost evil glare on his face, but it immediately disappeared when he recognized who it was. As the situations would sometimes call for, it would happen. Char had not been yet used to all of this he supposed, and his smile came back, his head tilted up as if in a reassuring manner.

It disappointed him only slightly to see their beloved keyboardist in this state after previously being in such a bouncy, happy mood just moments previous inside the elevator. But Stef always tried to help, it 'being futile' was something that he wasn't going to accept.

Stefan fell back slightly behind Key and Tag who were in front, and seeing as Char was already hidden from view, he tried to at least convince Char to show off just how amazing his outfit was to the world. Just a few shots was all they needed, and that was all that Char would need to do.

"Char," he said softly, everlasting patience reappeared from many years of tolerance with an extremely stubborn Abigail. "It'll be merely a few minutes, a few shots. M'kay?" Stef stopped himself from reaching out to caress the shorter's hair.