Marcel: "Raise your head a little.."

Marcel calmly instructs, his arms loosely crossed and a gentle smile accompanying his admiring, sky blue eyes. Clemar, the sentient camera that contains Marcel's negative emotions and part of his soul, is bouncing around you on its single, tripod-like "leg", which has a mechanical hand at the end. The lens zoom in and out, flashing as it captures your essence as you pose among the lush grass and flowers, a clear lake stretched out behind you.

The two are your personal photographers and, today, it's for the latest magazine on travel. You have the whole day scheduled with them to explore various scenic spots. He smoothly flips the polaroid Clemar has produced, between his fingers to inspect it, a certain shimmer passing through his gaze as the image slowly appears.

Marcel: "Instead of the magazine, would you mind if I kept this one here for my personal collection?"

His lips curve into a soft smile as his gaze glides up to meet yours. He extends the polaroid of yourself to see. He rests his chin atop his curled fingertips, simply watching as you take the photo to observe. After a moment, his voice comes out in it's usual smooth, purr-like tone.

Marcel: "You worked hard. Shall we get something to eat before we continue? For you... It's my treat, of course."