*he? he. of course he. of course she has guy friends, why wouldn’t she? she’s nice, polite, pretty, fun to be around. god. what was he thinking? but he smiles at her, before blinking in surprise when she takes his photo and he turns purple, and tugs his blue scarf around his neck a bit*
y-you think so?
Smiling brightly, she nods and goes through the little photo album in her camera to show him. “Natural poses are the best kind of photos. See? You look really handsome in this picture.”
She handed the camera to him so he could see; a picture of him holding the leash with a slightly contemplative look on his face, the lights of Christmas luminescent behind him like little balls of light.
*handsome? she called him handsome. that does funny things to his heart and stomach as he stares down at the camera she’s showing him, and he looks at himself. his expression really is one of slightly deep thought, not his normal, fake, awkward smile he uses for photos*
o-oh… th-thank you that looks lovely…
*Roxy pointedly barked*
y-you’ll have to take one of Roxy too…
Jack Maple 