[ Why does he phrase it like that, and why does he sound and look so amused, the way he turns to smile at her... like he's surprised. But impressed? So maybe equal parts insulting and flattering. But somehow the judgment doesn't seem to be placed on the "killing things" part, rather than on the... you. At least he manages (for the most part) to suppress a soft, single chuckle, facing forward again to swim with just a tad more speed, his tail wiggling in the water. ]
Yeah, I've got the best camera. The Polaroid~
[ Ooh, ahh. He says it with such a breathiness, like it's so dreamy, impressive, magical. He doesn't really know about any other kinds of cameras or... used any except for... this... singular one that Massimo gave him. But uh, he's into it cuz that's the name it says on the camera and so that means it's probably the best. ]
You point it at the thing you want to photograph, press a button and then a little piece of paper comes out of it! You wait 60 seconds... then peel off the little cover... And there's an exact copy of what your eyes saw! On the little paper! There's even a timer so you can set the camera up and it will press the button for you, so you can even take a picture of yourself...!
[ His enthusiasm, for the first time, seems almost completely transparent and genuine, maybe even a bit exciting. Not the smug showboating he'd done til this point. He's just happy to talk about his cool camera, pounces on the first opportunity someone took interest in something he's interested in. ]
I'm pretty much an expert. You can ask me anything.
[ And then ruins that nice moment. He's not an expert. You can't ask him anything. In fact — don't ask him anything. He knows how to press the button and peel off the foil, he has exhausted the extent of his knowledge already just in this introduction. ]
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[ Why does he phrase it like that, and why does he sound and look so amused, the way he turns to smile at her... like he's surprised. But impressed? So maybe equal parts insulting and flattering. But somehow the judgment doesn't seem to be placed on the "killing things" part, rather than on the... you. At least he manages (for the most part) to suppress a soft, single chuckle, facing forward again to swim with just a tad more speed, his tail wiggling in the water. ]
Yeah, I've got the best camera. The Polaroid~
[ Ooh, ahh. He says it with such a breathiness, like it's so dreamy, impressive, magical. He doesn't really know about any other kinds of cameras or... used any except for... this... singular one that Massimo gave him. But uh, he's into it cuz that's the name it says on the camera and so that means it's probably the best. ]
You point it at the thing you want to photograph, press a button and then a little piece of paper comes out of it! You wait 60 seconds... then peel off the little cover... And there's an exact copy of what your eyes saw! On the little paper! There's even a timer so you can set the camera up and it will press the button for you, so you can even take a picture of yourself...!
[ His enthusiasm, for the first time, seems almost completely transparent and genuine, maybe even a bit exciting. Not the smug showboating he'd done til this point. He's just happy to talk about his cool camera, pounces on the first opportunity someone took interest in something he's interested in. ]
I'm pretty much an expert. You can ask me anything.
[ And then ruins that nice moment. He's not an expert. You can't ask him anything. In fact — don't ask him anything. He knows how to press the button and peel off the foil, he has exhausted the extent of his knowledge already just in this introduction. ]