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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 18:44:42 GMT -5
"Prefect, perfect," Frank muttered, snapping a few shots before putting the camera back in his bag. "Make sure those go on your portfolio," he joked. "And the photographer's name right below it," he added, now pulling back the points parts of his spork and smiling. "Hell, maybe I'll just be a photographer when I'm an adult, even if I've never taken a class for it!" He was honestly excited about the idea, but he wasn't sure if anyone else would be...
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 18:48:38 GMT -5
"You'll give me a big head," as she spoke she wiggled her eyebrows and pouted slightly, not exactly the most serious expression, but then again, Twigg tended to make the most of the times away from Tyler to be all childish and giggly and the complete opposite of a competent parent. "Don't worry it'll be there, ickly Frankie Canstine," with a wink she collected up her rubbish and tossed it into the bin closest to them, watching patiently as it headed for it's goal and dropped gracefully in, at least she had a good aim.
Watching the boy fiddle with his fork she rolled her eyes again, before giving him a smile, crossing her arms on the now clean table before her. "I'm sure you'd manage it, do you even need a degree to be one?" It was kind of like Musicians, who needed a bit of paper to tell you you could sing and play an instrument? Oh Well, it help Twigg procrastinate.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 18:58:19 GMT -5
"I think...maybe," Frank said, shrugging. He looked up from his spork's bent edges and smiled. "Maybe I won't need one once companies see how kick arse my photos are." He took his camera out again and looked through the one hundred thirteen pictures stored on it. "I'd just have to have the best of the best photography." Most of the pictures were of Twigg and his sister, and most of them were excellent pictures. "So, yeah. You and my sister may just be my next models." He grabbed a pen out of his bag and started scribbling on the plam of his hand. "Yeah, that'd work," he mumbled, setting down the pen. He held out the plam of his hand to Twigg. Saturday, noon Friday, midnight "Only if you two want to. I'll have to get a new memory card and stuff. This crappy one only hold one thirty. But I think it'd be fun, no?"
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 19:09:11 GMT -5
Laughing openly she curled a strand of blue hair around her fingers, "Well you've at least got the attitude to be an arrogant big city photographer," she confirmed, her eyes still sparkling in amusement as they often did when she was around Frank, in the obvious teasing way, but also in some other, more subtle way that she wouldn't feel comfortable explaining to anyone, especially Frank or Kennie.
As he pulled out his camera again she waited patiently as he admired his work, wondering slightly what he had found to take so many photos of recently, they hadn't done anything interesting to record really. At his words she laughed again, "Your next models? Why have you been camera cheating on us love?" Twigg loved the photos they took, they were always so warm and genuine, nothing like the models on the bill boards covering the cities, covered in makeup and with no personality or personal style to show. As he began fiddling again, this time with his hand she was about to reprimand him for drawing on himself, with something along the lines of 'you'll get ink poisoning' when he turned his palm to her and read the words written there.
It was hard to hide the flash in her eyes as she read the crossed out section and imagined the two of them alone at night, it had been a while since they'd let themselves get into such a position and it looked like they were still going to avoid it. Nodding finally, once she'd regained her composure she smiled. "Sure that'd be great." Mentally scanning her diary for the next few days she wrinkled her brow, finding a snag. "But unless Kennie's free I'd have to bring Tyler, is that ok?"
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 19:17:28 GMT -5
Frank listened quietly to her, now just drawing circles and stars on his hands. "Yeah, sure. Good ol' Ty's always welcome at my studio. Hell, he could even be a model...ish...whatever," he said, smiling. "But I'm sure the sis would love to chill with your kid for a while. He's too adorable to say no to," he said, laughing softly. Instead of drawing shapes onto his hand now, he was making a list. Memory card was first on his list. He might get Twigg some new makeup if she didn't have certain colours. "Hey, what colours of eye shadow do you have?" He asked, adding a question mark to the end of the word makeup.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 19:26:21 GMT -5
It was hard to keep the smile off her face, there wasn't a day that went by that Twigg wasn't thankful for what amazing friends she had. "Thanks darling, he'd love to see you." Back in England she had no one like Kennie or Frank, most of her 'friends' who have fled at the first sign of a baby, but these two were always there for her when she needed them for something, and they treated Tyler like he was one of their own, hell the kid might as well have been Kennie's for the time they spent with each other. "Yeah I'm sure she wouldn't mind, but she's abit busy recently what with the record and everything," with another smile she continued, "But I'll ask."
Curiosity gripped her for a moment as he continued to write on his hands, but the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' had been drilled into her so many times that she didn't query it. At the question she looked a bit taken a back but tried to answer as best se could, asking Twigg what makeup she had was like asking a policeman to recite the handbook for you. "Erm... you name it, well everything except gold, you wonderful sister used all mine the other week."
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 19:32:27 GMT -5
Frank scratched makeup off of the list. "Wear pink, darling. And a pink dress. And some pink leggings. And bring a black dress. No leggings. Both short," he instructed, looking up at her. "You're getting all this, right?" he asked jokingly. "And if Ty comes, make sure he wears black or white. And you also need a black hat. Like a show hat, you know?" He was now speaking so quickly, Twigg might have had a hard time understanding what he was saying, which was why he was writing orders on a clean napkin at lightning speed. "Yeah, Saturday, noon. Let the good times roll."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 19:45:21 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow she listened to his instructions. "Well... it's a good job pink is my colour isn't it," with another wink she bit back a laugh, most people couldn't imagine Twigg liking pink, after didn't girls who didn't take shit from anyone like black and leather and stuff like that? Not Twigg anyway, she loved all things girly, not that she didn't like to throw in abit of leather at times for fun.
When he looked up she tapped her head, "Yep, photographic memory me Franky-Boy," the nickname slipped out as always unnoticed and she continued grinning as she was told to co-ordinate her son. "We'll look adorable," she swooned, only half listening to what he was say as she sat in anticipation of Saturday, damn the rest of the week. With a blink she realised he was done and stared at the list he'd wrote, a crooked smile on her face. "Saturday... yeah."
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 19:53:04 GMT -5
"Though I do prefer you find a sitter for Ty," Frank said, his eyes sparking. "If you know what I mean." He started laughing. He could never sound seductive, instead he sounded like a teenage boy looking for sex, even if that was so not Frank. "We could get shots with Ty later," he added, not wanting Twigg's boy to go unphotographed for too long. "Just not this Saturday."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 19:59:24 GMT -5
There were only two people in the world she would let enter their opinion into what Twigg did with her son, and thankfully, Frank was one of them. Nodding casually, trying not to laugh at his attempt at hinting, she gave a smile, knowing how hard it was for the guy to be like that. "I'll see what I can do," she assured, if Kennie was busy, she might be able to convince Janey, the girl didn't seem the type to have anything good to do on a Saturday afternoon. Reaching out she uncapped her drink and took another gulp before setting it down. "Something more natural would probably suit Tyler I guess. Saturday it is then, just us two," it was hard to say the words nonchalantly but she managed, hiding the butterflies that had begun again in her stomach. Silently she scolded herself, no one had ever made Twigg go weak before, she was always the dominant one.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 20:05:27 GMT -5
"Great," Frank said, tossing the pen back into his backpack. "I'll be counting the days. It'll be so much fun, I promise." He was starting to sound like a small child whose parents had just agreed to take him to Disneyland during spring break, but only better. He got to bring a camera! An expensive one. With a fancy memory card that could hold thousands of pictures. Oh, crap. This was starting to sound expensive.
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