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Over Exposure

"Maybe.. one day you can," he said, feeling disheartened by it. He hated feeling broken and the fact that something so long ago still effected him. And if Horace continued thinking about it, Jordan's arm would start to feel impossibly heavy and constraining instead of warm and kind of nice. He knew Jordan was joking, but that didn't stop him from feeling kind of sad about it all.

He forced himself to re-focus on their baby and patted the bag mock-affectionately. "Uhhhh, I didn't think of that." Horace looked up for a button. "If it was automatic, I think we'd have heard it go off, right?" Horace began to stab his finger at random buttons. One had to work.

Over Exposure

Horace glanced at Jordan and laughed. "Your face is going to get stuck like that!" But he still followed Jordan's lead and stuck his tongue out in the general direction of the camera.

Then put it back in because he wanted to speak. "After, we should go... drink Lottie. That sounds awful."

Over Exposure

"Maybe it did stick and you just used to be handsomer!" Horace gasped, then grinned. "Also, I truly believe that is cannibalism at it's finest. I can't wait to eat our child, Jordan." And if that wasn't a weird thing to say, he must not have the correct definition of 'weird'. Horace laid his head on Jordan's shoulder and looked up at him, properly adoringly.

"You're probably about eighty percent coffee." He turned to look at the small display screen inside. "C'mon, let's head out. Might be broken, or at least, it's gotta be done."



WC: 607

Over Exposure

The machine whrrrd to life after a few moments to give the happy family a picture . Nothing out of the ordinary.

My Treat

Marcus had a weakness.

That weakness was that he didn't really mind being taken places or doing things when asked. So when he was directed to a photobooth he just smiled and said okay.
But that's when it hit him. It could very well be trying to filter images taken against a database in order to ID him and send him to some terrorist defense group. Or some secret Illuminati eraser cell. He knew too much.

Breifly debating if he wanted to see it explode via his apparent newfound mind powers, (which was weird), he chose not to. Because Cass looked like she wanted to take photos in it.

"Uh." He said, very eloquently. "With me?" He was just checking. To be sure.

It's Destiny

One smooch later and they'd gotten their picture, but it looked like it was taken earlier when Jamie had been fumbling for controls and Shiloh had snuck in a smooch of his own. "Oh my gosh," he said, immediately smitten. "This is such a cute picture." The longer he looked at it, though, the more it stood out as cute, but also pretty damn unusual.

"What the heck is this hand? And the teddy grahams..." Magic. Of course. Jamie supposed he didn't mind too much, though. The photo was still cute. "Weird... but I guess this is a sign we should get some extra teddy grahams." They were here to shop, after all, and even though the booth had been a fun distraction, it was time to get back to the mission.

"C'mon, Shiloh," Jamie said with a small, affectionate laugh, "Let's get going."

"Oh," said Finn, feeling a bit saner - he was never sure what was and wasn't normal for the new universe he'd woken up in.

"Do you want to take Laika and go take a picture?" he asked, realizing it was probably meant for passport photos - but he doubted they'd get in any trouble.