Why does he look so nervous as of late? He fiddles with his camera, searching through his laptop and looking through the pictures. But there’s no avail, he leans back and runs his fingers through his black hair, leaning his head back against the chair.

“These pictures are no good,” He murmurs to himself. And he pauses, seeing you enter his bedroom.

And then an idea, he turns to you, laying on his bed comfortably.

“..Would it be okay if I took pictures of you?” He asks awkwardly.