[ She asks this only to make it seem like she isn't excited at the prospect of a nice photo of something truly vintage. Also, it's cool? Lottie shuffles around in place for a moment before turning completely to the wheel, trying to figure a pose.
In the end, she ends up doing something more dad-esque: leaning against the wheel like a complete tourist. The look would almost be complete if she had a fanny pack. ]
[ He watches her pose and slump, stepping up behind her when she asks his opinion. ]
Let me see.
[ His hair brushes all through hers as he leans forward to tilt the angle she's holding the camera at. Fjord adjusts it, an arm on the wheel to bracket Lottie in. ]
[ Lottie, increasingly, becomes distracted once she realizes Fjord is taking a hands on approach to this photo contribution. It's new, being so close to him like this - she thinks it's because he's infinitely more comfortable on this ship of his, or maybe it's a testament to how they're not so much enemy as they are friends now.
Which, is nice, but it sure makes for a scrambled brain. Now, she's realizing he's rather.. Wide? Big? Scruffy? Buff?? Thick, maybe??? Lottie is no longer looking at the lens, but turning her head to stare Fjord's way, quiet, contemplative. Also: embarrassed. ]
Did you.. Um.. Is.. [ She ventures, with little success, tongue-tied because they're rather close and she has to tilt her chin up to talk at him. ] Selfie??
Is that what it's called? Alright, let's take a selfie.
[ His chin rests atop her head just to annoy her, and he takes the photo. Lowers it for her inspection and approval, since he assumes if it's no good they will be taking more. Fjord stays where he is, analysing how comfortable it is with her between him and the wheel, how she slots back against him so easily ... ]
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[ She asks this only to make it seem like she isn't excited at the prospect of a nice photo of something truly vintage. Also, it's cool? Lottie shuffles around in place for a moment before turning completely to the wheel, trying to figure a pose.
In the end, she ends up doing something more dad-esque: leaning against the wheel like a complete tourist. The look would almost be complete if she had a fanny pack. ]
Should I do it like this you think?
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Let me see.
[ His hair brushes all through hers as he leans forward to tilt the angle she's holding the camera at. Fjord adjusts it, an arm on the wheel to bracket Lottie in. ]
... There, that's better.
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Which, is nice, but it sure makes for a scrambled brain. Now, she's realizing he's rather.. Wide? Big? Scruffy? Buff?? Thick, maybe??? Lottie is no longer looking at the lens, but turning her head to stare Fjord's way, quiet, contemplative. Also: embarrassed. ]
Did you.. Um.. Is.. [ She ventures, with little success, tongue-tied because they're rather close and she has to tilt her chin up to talk at him. ] Selfie??
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[ His chin rests atop her head just to annoy her, and he takes the photo. Lowers it for her inspection and approval, since he assumes if it's no good they will be taking more. Fjord stays where he is, analysing how comfortable it is with her between him and the wheel, how she slots back against him so easily ... ]