mickey held up his pride and joy with glee, something he basically never lets go, his camera. he was also taking photos of the most random things, scenery, police situations, and more evidently, you.
“just one — please?” he pleaded, feigning the dramatics as he slumped his shoulders. He’d been trying to convince you to let him photograph you, he wouldn’t give a straight reason, he just ‘liked the scenery’.
he couldn’t help the small grin tugging at the corners of his lips, maybe out of amusement, maybe out of ignorance. “are you done being stubborn yet? Can i take the photo?” he continued to urge, fingers slowly sliding over the settings as if you couldn’t even see him.
he held the camera up to his eye, finger tentatively hovering over the flash just as your gaze finally averted him. Perfect moment. Without a second thought, he took the photo, catching the light just perfectly as it hit your face* “hah!” he chirped, proud of himself. it was worth the scolding later.
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