05-18-2018, 06:53 PM
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Unfortunately for Suite, Bastille's expression didn't so much as waver from the dry, unimpressed look he gave her the second he realized she was pointing that damned thing at him. Really, it was basically his every day expression of general apathy and disinterest, so at least it was a somewhat fitting portrait. "Wow, Suite," he deadpanned, "Next time let me know that you're trying to book me. I have a very busy modeling schedule, I'll have you know."
He glanced at Luna as she tinkered with the camera, and was vaguely amused to see her stashing a photo of herself. Idly, he wondered what it was like, actually caring about little momentos and souvenirs of the sort. Bast had never seen the appeal, but he had a feeling he was in the minority on that one.
He glanced at Luna as she tinkered with the camera, and was vaguely amused to see her stashing a photo of herself. Idly, he wondered what it was like, actually caring about little momentos and souvenirs of the sort. Bast had never seen the appeal, but he had a feeling he was in the minority on that one.
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