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"Just don't call me Suit Boy. It's that easy."
"I will. I promise." *** She crossed them. "No."
She chuckled. "So, do they just roam?"
"Eh.. that's not as bad as yours."
"Not for me, really. They don't mind pictures and I keep my distance." *** "I'm not!"
She grinned. "True. Fairly unsettling."
He pursed his lips. "Give me some examples."
"Mhmm. At night, most of the time." *** "Nobody should do it."
"Doesn't work in yours, either."
"Nope. Still dislike it."
"Protests still. They aren't fun to watch, but the photos are meaningful." *** "But that's too much effort."
"They must be pretty disappointed then."
"Don't call me that."
"Not unless your fully equipped," he replied, his voice turning somewhat professional as he spoke about the cameras. "I am. Lighting can reallyyyy...
"And so.. They bite you?"
He laughed. "Is that so? You're more evil than I thought."
"Tonight," he murmured. "Photographs at night look more meaningful most of the time." *** "Nah.."
She chuckled. "Okay, I'm sorry."
"Indeed they are. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"No disappointment here," he promised. "I'm glad it's you." *** She nodded, going to him.
