Fuck, this is difficult. He grabs his backpack, rummaging around in it and pulling out his camera. Just to hold it, tracing the lines of it with his fingers as though in meditation.
"That's right...you were...calling out? And you-"
He sits straighter, looking to Darling, wide blue eyes lighting with a fragment of memory.
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Fuck, this is difficult. He grabs his backpack, rummaging around in it and pulling out his camera. Just to hold it, tracing the lines of it with his fingers as though in meditation.
"That's right...you were...calling out? And you-"
He sits straighter, looking to Darling, wide blue eyes lighting with a fragment of memory.
"You needed an artist...?"