"Uchiha," he murmured, before frowning at his cell phone imperceptibly. Was it even his? And if so, which one of them? The menu was primitive, everything about the device screamed 2007, alcohol'd practically permeated it, and he was quite sure he'd seen this model one some woman, during a club job - he looked up again.
"We'll be here very long, if we both have to listen to your... reasonable explanation of a forgettable episode." What was it he was forgetting... what... the drawled afterthought, "Sir."
He shrugged, finally setting the camera properly. He could see - almost taste every little grain in the forming image, every little pixel. The things analogies did to people.
"I'd like a picture." Well, that didn't sound stalkerish and mildly dubious at all. Hmmmm. Fascinating. "For a portrait project. I'll be very grateful, and we can call it even after."
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