Smile, baby.

This town makes me feel like I might just as well not be here at all.

He repeated to himself the advice Isaac had given him. Not to stare to long at people, because it was frightening. The personal space notion he understood rightly, not too get too close to anyone, else it might be unnerving for them. He paused in his stride when Isaac mentioned he wanted to accompany him. For a second, Canon simply stood and blinked, and his mind processed the gesture as ‘kindness’. He managed a soft smile, nodding his head and walking back towards Isaac, stopping a few inches from him, then recalling the personal space issue, and extending his arm, leaving that much space between them.

“A very good plan.” And it did; for the first time since his birth, someone was willing to cut him some form of slack, be kind and cooperative with him. Isaac hadn’t yelled, or chased him from the bench, or thrown empty cans at him. He’d spoken to him, and been kind, and continued to be kind still. Generally speaking, Canon wasn’t too aware of what he liked and didn’t like yet, but he did know he didn’t like being hit with things and he did like being smiled at. “Does this make us the ‘friends’?” He inquired, blinking and keeping a tired smile, because his body ached and his stomach tightened and his eyes were sore; being human was awful, up until now.

The measuring the other teen did to determine whether or not he was too close made Isaac smile and he patted Canon on the shoulder. “Just like that, see? You’re already learning. And trust me, there are a lot of people that don’t understand this need for a personal boundary, because they know it makes others uncomfortable and nervous and they just want to make sure they catch people out of their depth.” He started to walk towards the shelter, stopping only he heard the teen’s voice again and he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side for a moment. “Friendship takes time, I won’t lie about that, but…I think this can be the start of a beautiful friendship, C. Uhm…how about we have some dinner first and then we’ll go? It’ll cement this whole new relationship we’ve got going,” he added with a smile, hoping the other boy wouldn’t feel insulted by his offer. Pride was an awful thing as he recalled from his father’s endless lessons.

“I’m buying since it’s my duty as a friend to provide you with a hearty meal, before I’m taking you to an unknown place to spend the night with strangers.” He realized that sounded worse than it probably was and amended: “But if you don’t like it, you don’t have to stay, okay? We’ll figure something else out. It’s not that scary.”

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Once again Canon nodded; if there as one thing he'd never intentionally do, its try and make someone uncomfortable. True he was new to the whole being human thing, but just because he looked a bit creepy didn't mean he intended to be creepy, or harmful or mean. When Isaac spoke of friendship and time, he couldn't help but look forward to the future. He kept his lips curved in a forever smile; seemed like Isaac had that affect on him. He liked the idea of having a prolonged relationship with someone other than Matt, not that Matt could give him such a relationship, being six feet underground and all.

"Ok," He simply said, looking up at the curly haired boy, looking forward to it. At the mention of food his stomach gave a soft rumble and suddenly the caving feeling returned to him full force. "Food would be nice." And he doubted he'd dislike the shelter; so long as no one threw things at him or called him names, he'd be fine. Part of him was surprised Isaac was even putting so much effort into this at all. "W-Why are you being so nice?" He asked, out of genuine curiosity.

All the while Matt spoke, Canon remained smiling and attentive like a loyal puppy. He sighed, in relief when Matt stated he hadn’t willingly abandoned him. In all the excitement going on around him Canon hadn’t realized just why, he was in the evidence locker of the police station. “You don’t have to apologize,” Canon said quickly, looking at the hand on his shoulder and setting his own atop it, in a gesture his instincts told him was appropriate. He lets the other’s hand go, just in time for his own to be taken by Matt and squeezed lightly. His slender fingers wrap around his master’s hand, not wanting to let him go for fear of losing him. “Park benches.” He states honestly. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

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Matt should probably be more concerned that he was talking to his camera turned human being and that this boy was hanging onto his hand like it was a life line but stranger things had happened. Like him coming back from the dead for example. And now that he was back in town with no kanima…maybe they could help each other. After all, his camera had been the only constant thing in his life, the only thing he could rely on. “No more park benches. You’re coming home with me.”

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Canon beamed at Matt, nodding his head. "Okay!" He said excitedly, wanting nothing more than to be reunited with his owner and master, to be held by his hands again, to take--Except now, he couldn't. Couldn't capture the perfect picture, couldn't record a movie; he was a human, devoid of purpose. His smile faltered for a moment, his grip on Matt's hand tightening. "But I'm human," He stated softly. "C-Can you still use me?"

“No, not human, you used to be a camera, I was born a werewolf.” He started to nuzzle into him, just holding him close and keeping him warm. He smiled a little, “Good, not everyone should be as… should be like her.” He bit his lip, frowning again, “Although I treat a lot of people like they’re going to.” He shook his head and just patted Canon’s arm.

Canon pulled his legs a bit against his chest, curling up in Derek’s grip, comfortable there in his arms. No one had really bothered talking to him when he was in the park, or sitting next to him, and the people who showed up at night always yelled at him to get off their bench. Now, however, it was different. He was being held, nicely, comfortingly, and talked too. ”It’s not nice to treat everyone like one person.” He murmured. “I don’t understand how your brain works.” He hadn’t meant anything mean, and certainly didn’t say it in a mean tone; he was simply beng honest. “If it were me, I’d like to be treated…Like I’m unique.”

“I know,” he said softly. He frowned and just kept him close, “I should, but sometimes it’s hard. Because of what she did I don’t know if I can let people be close to me.” He looked at him and smiled, “You are unique.” He squeezed Canon gently and laughed softly, “I don’t know how my brain works either.” He slipped off his leather jacket and put it around Canon.

“You’re letting me be close to you.” He states obviously, meaning it in the sense that he was physically close to Derek, but hinting tot he fact the other was spilling tiny part of his heart to him as he went along. He glanced up at Derek, doe eyed and curious, after the man had given him his leather jacket. “I’m sure you’ll figure out how your brain works eventually. Maybe I’ll figure out how mine does too.” He offers a curt smile. Canon may initially come off as a creeper, but deep down, once he learned convention, he was a very kind soul, and a decent human being. “Aren’t you cold?”

He kept his arms around the other and just looked up at the stars, “I’m drunk.” He says it like that’ll explain everything. He sighed softly, finally explaining it himself, “I’m too drunk to feel the cold and too drunk to stop myself from talking and too drunk to stop myself from holding you when I saw you shiver.” He looked at him, only frowning slightly and not out of anger, “My body temperature is higher than a normal human’s too.”

Canon nodded. This notion of 'drunk' seemed rather odd; being too warm? It seemed whatever caused drunkenness impaired the body in weird ways. He snuggled into the jacket, and against Derek's chest and tried to keep his eyes from closing. He liked this, being held, being warm. Was this what 'care' felt like? He hoped it did. "Okay." He mumbles softly, looking at Derek one last time before his eyes closed.

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This town makes me feel like I might just as well not be here at all.

Canon listened intently, staying perfectly still as he did. He watched Isaac with awe, as if the man held all the secrets of the world. He nodded his head at everything said, and registered the lesson he’d been given into his mind immediately. Thanks to his quick processing as a camera, his human mind was just as quick and sharp as his system had been. “I understand.” He says honestly, doe eyed stare still pinned on Isaac. At first glance he might have seen a bit weird, even showing a lack of empathy, but the truth was Canon hadn’t quite registered many feelings yet; he had fear, contentment, satisfaction, anguish and physical pain.

Now, he felt something a bit more than satisfaction, yet not as fulfilling as happiness; he felt understanding. Basic, and quite neutral; like a whole had been gently filled, so gently, it was almost like they’re’d been no hole at all.

“I see. Thank you.” He said, smiling a bit wider to Isaac. It was safe to say the other was..nice. He liked nice, he hadn’t met many nice humans yet. And through his kindness, he’d probably made a mistake, especially to a newborn like Canon; it seemed the object was fond of the other, especially since he was so knowledgable and sweet. When the other finished, talking, he realized it was probably time for him to find this shelter he’d spoken of. Canon gave Isaac a sad, remotely scared look. “I suppose I should go.” He simply states, glancing over his shoulder, his fingers curling around his shirt nervously, feeling like he might not see Isaac again. “Thank you for helping me.” He said, grabbing Isaac’s hand and awkwardly shaking it with both of his.

“I won’t forget you, friend.” He said softly, before turning on his heels and heading away; he didn’t want to make Isaac uncomfortable.

“Okay, good…also…you might not want to stare, people don’t like that either.” He smiled again, trying to show Canon he meant no harm by his words and quietly observed the other teen’s features. They seemed so eerie, the lack of expression slightly unnerving, reminding him of the people who didn’t process feelings and emotions well. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it, we all learned these things in years, literally. When we’re born we’re clean slates with nothing to help us discern between the good and the bad,the appropriate and the less appropriate. It takes time to learn and no one is expected to instantly be aware of the thousand of petty little rules that guide our lives.”

As the other teen told him he was going, Isaac gave him a slightly confused look, titling his head a little trying to understand. “Do you even know where you’re going? I was thinking maybe I can accompany you there, hang around for a bit, see if you can adjust to the place. I’m not going to throw you to the wolves and walk away, you know? If you don’t like it…we can just hang out for a bit.” It felt wrong leaving Canon alone, even though his story still seemed too fantastic to be believed, but Isaac hated loneliness and if he could help someone out of it, he was going to do it. “Does that sound like a good plan?”

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He repeated to himself the advice Isaac had given him. Not to stare to long at people, because it was frightening. The personal space notion he understood rightly, not too get too close to anyone, else it might be unnerving for them. He paused in his stride when Isaac mentioned he wanted to accompany him. For a second, Canon simply stood and blinked, and his mind processed the gesture as 'kindness'. He managed a soft smile, nodding his head and walking back towards Isaac, stopping a few inches from him, then recalling the personal space issue, and extending his arm, leaving that much space between them.

"A very good plan." And it did; for the first time since his birth, someone was willing to cut him some form of slack, be kind and cooperative with him. Isaac hadn't yelled, or chased him from the bench, or thrown empty cans at him. He'd spoken to him, and been kind, and continued to be kind still. Generally speaking, Canon wasn't too aware of what he liked and didn't like yet, but he did know he didn't like being hit with things and he did like being smiled at. "Does this make us the 'friends'?" He inquired, blinking and keeping a tired smile, because his body ached and his stomach tightened and his eyes were sore; being human was awful, up until now.

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Canon blinked. “Personal what?” There was still a lot he didn’t know about human functioning, and no matter how much he tried to understand, it seemed some things were harder to understand than others. Being human demanded you respect conventions, conventions Canon had no idea about. Granted, he had a basic knowledge of how people worked from the photographs he’d taken, but then again most of those pictures weren’t conventional at all, some people would even call them weird or disturbing. “And yes, Matt is my master, was, my master.” He murmured, reflexively touching his cheek. Humans were a violent race; he didn’t understand why someone would voluntarily want to punch him. “Shelter? Can you take me there, please?” He asked, eyes studying Isaac’s face, giving him a soft, pleading look. “A-Are there going to be people? Will they punch me?” He asked, concerned.

“Okay, let’s take it one step at the time. Canon is a nice name, as long as you like it, but if you don’t…just pick another one for yourself, Matt’s not here anymore and I doubt he would mind.” He gave a curt nod to the other teen, hoping he’d gotten his point across. “Next stop…humans have strange conventions about the space around them. There’s something called personal space and something called intimate space. If you’re here,” he said putting an arm’s length between him and Canon, “it’s called personal space and you’re infringing on it if you get any closer. It’s a barrier between each person and the world and only those that people trust should get closer than this.” With that, Isaac took a step closer, ending up almost nose to nose with Canon. “This is the intimate space where no stranger should find himself, because it makes people uncomfortable. Lovers, family members, close friends are the only ones accepted.” He took a step back and shrugged. “I hope that helped, as for the punching part…people get really protective of their space and they might fight back if you get that close, especially women who might see you as a threat. As for the shelter…yes, there will be people there, but they won’t hurt you. It’s not a prison, you can walk out in the morning, it’s so you don’t spend the night out in the cold, okay?”

Canon listened intently, staying perfectly still as he did. He watched Isaac with awe, as if the man held all the secrets of the world. He nodded his head at everything said, and registered the lesson he'd been given into his mind immediately. Thanks to his quick processing as a camera, his human mind was just as quick and sharp as his system had been. "I understand." He says honestly, doe eyed stare still pinned on Isaac. At first glance he might have seen a bit weird, even showing a lack of empathy, but the truth was Canon hadn't quite registered many feelings yet; he had fear, contentment, satisfaction, anguish and physical pain.

Now, he felt something a bit more than satisfaction, yet not as fulfilling as happiness; he felt understanding. Basic, and quite neutral; like a whole had been gently filled, so gently, it was almost like they're'd been no hole at all.

"I see. Thank you." He said, smiling a bit wider to Isaac. It was safe to say the other was..nice. He liked nice, he hadn't met many nice humans yet. And through his kindness, he'd probably made a mistake, especially to a newborn like Canon; it seemed the object was fond of the other, especially since he was so knowledgable and sweet. When the other finished, talking, he realized it was probably time for him to find this shelter he'd spoken of. Canon gave Isaac a sad, remotely scared look. "I suppose I should go." He simply states, glancing over his shoulder, his fingers curling around his shirt nervously, feeling like he might not see Isaac again. "Thank you for helping me." He said, grabbing Isaac's hand and awkwardly shaking it with both of his.

"I won't forget you, friend." He said softly, before turning on his heels and heading away; he didn't want to make Isaac uncomfortable.

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“No, not human, you used to be a camera, I was born a werewolf.” He started to nuzzle into him, just holding him close and keeping him warm. He smiled a little, “Good, not everyone should be as… should be like her.” He bit his lip, frowning again, “Although I treat a lot of people like they’re going to.” He shook his head and just patted Canon’s arm.

Canon pulled his legs a bit against his chest, curling up in Derek’s grip, comfortable there in his arms. No one had really bothered talking to him when he was in the park, or sitting next to him, and the people who showed up at night always yelled at him to get off their bench. Now, however, it was different. He was being held, nicely, comfortingly, and talked too. ”It’s not nice to treat everyone like one person.” He murmured. “I don’t understand how your brain works.” He hadn’t meant anything mean, and certainly didn’t say it in a mean tone; he was simply beng honest. “If it were me, I’d like to be treated…Like I’m unique.”

“I know,” he said softly. He frowned and just kept him close, “I should, but sometimes it’s hard. Because of what she did I don’t know if I can let people be close to me.” He looked at him and smiled, “You are unique.” He squeezed Canon gently and laughed softly, “I don’t know how my brain works either.” He slipped off his leather jacket and put it around Canon.

"You're letting me be close to you." He states obviously, meaning it in the sense that he was physically close to Derek, but hinting tot he fact the other was spilling tiny part of his heart to him as he went along. He glanced up at Derek, doe eyed and curious, after the man had given him his leather jacket. "I'm sure you'll figure out how your brain works eventually. Maybe I'll figure out how mine does too." He offers a curt smile. Canon may initially come off as a creeper, but deep down, once he learned convention, he was a very kind soul, and a decent human being. "Aren't you cold?"

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“I’m not human.” He rubbed his back, “It’s more of the unfeeling and unmoving humans that hurt the other’s.” He sighed softly, realizing what he’d said. He closed his eyes and just held onto him, “I was considered an object in the eyes of a… bitch.” he growled a little, “She used me to burn down my home.”

Canon blinked. “Not human..?” He murmured back, recalling the video he’d had on him of Jackson turning into a green, lizard thing. He supposed it was possible. He simply nodded, nuzzling into Derek; he liked this, touching, warmth. This, was nice.”I’m sorry.” He mumbled, unaware that being an object was even a bad thing. He’d been an object, and he wasn’t bad, was he? “That’s rather cruel. I’d never do that.” He stated honestly, truly. He might have been a camera, but as a human, he had kindness and understanding in him, now.

“No, not human, you used to be a camera, I was born a werewolf.” He started to nuzzle into him, just holding him close and keeping him warm. He smiled a little, “Good, not everyone should be as… should be like her.” He bit his lip, frowning again, “Although I treat a lot of people like they’re going to.” He shook his head and just patted Canon’s arm.

Canon pulled his legs a bit against his chest, curling up in Derek's grip, comfortable there in his arms. No one had really bothered talking to him when he was in the park, or sitting next to him, and the people who showed up at night always yelled at him to get off their bench. Now, however, it was different. He was being held, nicely, comfortingly, and talked too. "It's not nice to treat everyone like one person." He murmured. "I don't understand how your brain works." He hadn't meant anything mean, and certainly didn't say it in a mean tone; he was simply beng honest. "If it were me, I'd like to be treated...Like I'm unique."

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“Everyone calls me Canon.” He says softly, inching forward a bit more, reaching out and clinging to Matt’s sleeve. He missed hanging from the other’s neck, being held by his hands, and now that he was human, he’d never be able to feel those things again. “I’m so happy you’re back, master.” He murmured. “I’ve been wandering about aimlessly, and this body’s failing slowly.” He hadn’t eaten, or drank since he’d been alive.

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“Canon?” He raises an eyebrow. “How clever.” Matt places a hand on the boy’s shoulder, holding him at arms length to get a better look at him. Now that he actually looked at the boy he could tell he wasn’t looking so great. He was so pale and thin. “You shouldn’t be left alone. You need someone to take care of you. I’m sorry I…left. It wasn’t by choice.” His hand reaches out, finding Canon’s while he talks and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m back now. And I’m not going anywhere. Where have you been staying?”

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All the while Matt spoke, Canon remained smiling and attentive like a loyal puppy. He sighed, in relief when Matt stated he hadn't willingly abandoned him. In all the excitement going on around him Canon hadn't realized just why, he was in the evidence locker of the police station. "You don't have to apologize," Canon said quickly, looking at the hand on his shoulder and setting his own atop it, in a gesture his instincts told him was appropriate. He lets the other's hand go, just in time for his own to be taken by Matt and squeezed lightly. His slender fingers wrap around his master's hand, not wanting to let him go for fear of losing him. "Park benches." He states honestly. "I didn't know where else to go."

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“Name..Myself?” He’d never thought of it before. This must be what humans called ‘free will’. “I can’t do that, master would get mad.” He says simply, firmly. A camera giving himself a name? How preposterous. He remained still, and a bit expressionless, as he felt Isaac pat his shoulder. If there was one thing he liked about humanity, it was physical contact. It never ceased to intrigue him. He returned the pat on the shoulder, oddly perky about it. “I can understand your surprise. I’m sorry for any discomfort.” He kept his hand on Isaac’s shoulder, oblivious to awkwardness. “I don’t understand how you all function like this. Not knowing what to do, unable to fulfill a purpose. I’ve been alive for three days and I’ve done nothing but wander about and sleep on benches.” He mumbles, finally letting go of Isaac’s shoulder. “It’s..terrifying.”

“Master? What do you mean by master?” It was disconcerning to hear someone claim they were a camera, it was even worse to hear they had a master. It made his mind go through fantastic scenario after fantastic scenario and it never ended well. He smiled a little as the pat was returned, though he started to grow uncomfortable as the contact was maintained and he took a small step back, freeing himself from the touch. “Okay, we need to talk about personal space. Seriously. There are things you need to know if you plan on not getting punched in the face. Also…why are you sleeping on park benches? I mean…I get it that you don’t have a home, being…well…a camera and all, but…a park bench? That’s dangerous.” Isaac thought it was even more dangerous considering the other teen seemed rather naive about life and he could be taken advantage of. “There’s a shelter a couple of blocks down, you can sleep there, they have food and everything.” While he might have been a bleeding heart from time to time, taking strangers home with him was out of the question, he watched the news after all.

Canon blinked. "Personal what?" There was still a lot he didn't know about human functioning, and no matter how much he tried to understand, it seemed some things were harder to understand than others. Being human demanded you respect conventions, conventions Canon had no idea about. Granted, he had a basic knowledge of how people worked from the photographs he'd taken, but then again most of those pictures weren't conventional at all, some people would even call them weird or disturbing. "And yes, Matt is my master, was, my master." He murmured, reflexively touching his cheek. Humans were a violent race; he didn't understand why someone would voluntarily want to punch him. "Shelter? Can you take me there, please?" He asked, eyes studying Isaac's face, giving him a soft, pleading look. "A-Are there going to be people? Will they punch me?" He asked, concerned.

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“I missed you, master. Where’ve you been, what’ve you been doing? Why didn’t you come for me?” He asked, all in a bit of a rush, moving closer to Matt.

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Matt shrugs, a smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. “Well…dying kind of threw a wrench in my plans. I’ve only been back for a few days. I would ask how the whole…my camera turning human thing happened but I’m starting to learn when to ask questions and when to leave things be. You know…this…this is good. Great even. Do you have a name?”