08-03-2018, 02:43 PM
Weighing his options, he clicks from the one photo to the next. Both are poor quality; at least poor for magazine-standards but for things like these they usually use the small quadrants next to one bigger picture - the question is should the be in there at all. He knows what his mentor would say: they're your photos as long as nobody else has seen them. So go by the golden rules of paparazzi-pictures.
They're pretty simple, all in all: Does the picture in itself affect you negatively? - no, he's taken more of those - Does the picture affect the subject's reputation negatively? - he supposes so - forever? - not Karat, she already has the reputation, but the mysterious other girl he is less sure of - do they deserve it? - well that's the point. He doesn't know who she is, only saw her in passing, last night was a first. He doesn't know what she does for a living, who she came with, who she hangs out with. Doesn't know, doesn't know - "Wow." a surprise escapes his lips.
A pair of (pretty, slim) legs and cut-off jeans has appeared in the corner of his eye, right before that same girl takes the seat opposite him. He leans back slightly too fast, and enters a few keys on his notepad to lock it, then shuts the notebook instead of having to look over the screen. Hoping his face isn't adjusting to the colour of his hair, he looks her up and down as she pushes back the glasses. Yep, it's her. Seeing her reddish eyes and the way she holds her coffee cup as if it's a lifeline, his embarrassment at almost being caught with the picture on his screen is quickly over - he grins at her with a low chuckle coming from his throat. "Aren't you the early bird," he notes with one eye on the clock - 10:25. Not early for anyone else but those having attended a party lasting till - well, longer than he stayed, and since that was about 3 am - it would probably have been 6 this very morning.
She might need more than coffee to get over the alcohol though, looking like this and saying hi in an almost croaking voice. Glancing at his barely-touched breakfast, he shrugs and motions at the plate. "Have some if you like. You look like you could use them." Sure, they're not very hot any more, but, probably still warm. That is if she doesn't mind blueberry-pecan. Apparently some people don't like a sweet-and-savoury. Or do anything other than butter - boring people.
OOC: @[Breckin] so he has no normal conversation skills apparently
They're pretty simple, all in all: Does the picture in itself affect you negatively? - no, he's taken more of those - Does the picture affect the subject's reputation negatively? - he supposes so - forever? - not Karat, she already has the reputation, but the mysterious other girl he is less sure of - do they deserve it? - well that's the point. He doesn't know who she is, only saw her in passing, last night was a first. He doesn't know what she does for a living, who she came with, who she hangs out with. Doesn't know, doesn't know - "Wow." a surprise escapes his lips.
A pair of (pretty, slim) legs and cut-off jeans has appeared in the corner of his eye, right before that same girl takes the seat opposite him. He leans back slightly too fast, and enters a few keys on his notepad to lock it, then shuts the notebook instead of having to look over the screen. Hoping his face isn't adjusting to the colour of his hair, he looks her up and down as she pushes back the glasses. Yep, it's her. Seeing her reddish eyes and the way she holds her coffee cup as if it's a lifeline, his embarrassment at almost being caught with the picture on his screen is quickly over - he grins at her with a low chuckle coming from his throat. "Aren't you the early bird," he notes with one eye on the clock - 10:25. Not early for anyone else but those having attended a party lasting till - well, longer than he stayed, and since that was about 3 am - it would probably have been 6 this very morning.
She might need more than coffee to get over the alcohol though, looking like this and saying hi in an almost croaking voice. Glancing at his barely-touched breakfast, he shrugs and motions at the plate. "Have some if you like. You look like you could use them." Sure, they're not very hot any more, but, probably still warm. That is if she doesn't mind blueberry-pecan. Apparently some people don't like a sweet-and-savoury. Or do anything other than butter - boring people.
OOC: @[Breckin] so he has no normal conversation skills apparently
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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