[ It's fine; March takes the picture, then lowers the camera to check the screen. A pause, then she beams and waves Ishmael over to take a look at her, hair flared out behind her like a fiery halo. ]
[ she mulls over it. the photo is simple, and she wasn't even smiling in it. but it's already loads better than her sullen expression every time she stares into her reflection in a body of water.
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[ and to demonstrate, ishmael promptly flips her hair with not much fanfare. ]
Like that?
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[ And she lifts her camera up expectantly, because the timing is everything with shots like these. ]
So just do that one more time!
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[ and so she does, flipping her hair with a bit more feeling put into it. she forgot to smile, though. ]
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You look so cool!
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Huh. I actually look good here.
[ she was never that self-conscious about her looks, but march managed to make her look... decent? like, way more than usual. ]
How'd you do that?
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[ With a proud little exhalation. ]
I can give you a copy of this, if you want. It prints right from the camera.
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... ]
Sure, I'll take it.
[ it's a start. ]
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[ And sure enough, the photo will emerge from the camera itself, March giving it a wave or two before handing it over. ]
Here you go! We'll get one of you smiling one day!
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for that, she manages a small smile of her own. ]
Mm. Looking forward to it.
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[ She won't take a picture, but she was tempted. ]
We'll be friends in no time!