( Jake is one of the not real ones tbh that's the issue. Claudette, Claudette is clearly a real one. that picture is adorable. pictures are in general much better when both parties want to participate. unlike poor Jake who wasn't prepared to deal with a fanboy when he's just vibing by the campfire. )
This is so fucking rad. We should go take pictures of stuff, dude.
( it will occur to Steve later that Quentin has no need to go take pictures of things, because he's known the phone had a camera app this whole damn time. he's just excited, okay! he's a kid from the 80s and it's always nice when he remembers that long enough to act like one. )
[ Jake's a hermit from the woods. Not all that surprising. Pictures are loads better when both parties want to participate. Claudette's willing to put her plants down to deal with the borderline walking dead doing something lively. ]
Sure, okay. Like what? I'll match whatever you do.
[ He does not have a need at all. The camera roll on his phone, outside of any pictures taken from before he got here which he rarely looks at, is utterly empty. Quentin stopped liking having his picture taken for various reasons and hasn't had the need to take one of anything or anyone else until a minute ago. He'll make an exception here. Steve's contagious. He used to take pictures all the time. It's really nice to just do it again. ]
( what should they take pictures of? a crow. a fire barrel. Steve takes at least three more unwitting thumbs up selfies with survivors that made the mistake of letting him get that close. doesn't matter, anything that seems relatively well lit and even a few things that aren't. it's like a completely pointless scavenger hunt of anything he can fit on the tiny screen.
because fuck it. it's fun. not a lot of that to be had in a murder dimension where his negative emotions are an aperitif for a spider god. and if Quentin will humor him, Steve is going to run with the stupid game until it gets old or somebody passes out.
...until he passes out. everyone knows Quentin doesn't sleep. )
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Date: 2022-11-03 02:09 am (UTC)This is so fucking rad. We should go take pictures of stuff, dude.
( it will occur to Steve later that Quentin has no need to go take pictures of things, because he's known the phone had a camera app this whole damn time. he's just excited, okay! he's a kid from the 80s and it's always nice when he remembers that long enough to act like one. )
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Date: 2022-11-03 02:26 am (UTC)Sure, okay. Like what? I'll match whatever you do.
[ He does not have a need at all. The camera roll on his phone, outside of any pictures taken from before he got here which he rarely looks at, is utterly empty. Quentin stopped liking having his picture taken for various reasons and hasn't had the need to take one of anything or anyone else until a minute ago. He'll make an exception here. Steve's contagious. He used to take pictures all the time. It's really nice to just do it again. ]
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Date: 2022-11-03 03:01 am (UTC)because fuck it. it's fun. not a lot of that to be had in a murder dimension where his negative emotions are an aperitif for a spider god. and if Quentin will humor him, Steve is going to run with the stupid game until it gets old or somebody passes out.
...until he passes out. everyone knows Quentin doesn't sleep. )