halloween 2007, albert wesker & andromeda
“quit fucking around with my camera,” damien mumbles, kneeling down to pick up andromeda from the floor.
buck clicks his tongue, fixing the strap around his neck, fumbling with the power button.
“i want a picture—“ buck says simply, accidentally pressing the button, the camera taking a quick photo with the flash.
andromeda howls with discomfort, rolling around in damien’s arms as he frowns slightly, brows furrowed.
“sorry!” buck’s tongue stays between his lips, grimacing.
the photo slides out from he camera, much damien’s annoyance. film costs a lot.
“hopefully it’s an okay picture.”
buck grins, “with your fake snake bites and shittily slicked back hair?”
“with your flea-infested daughter?” damien bites back.