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Manhandling symbol starters - Accepting
© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere
“Well, actually, its debateable whether that truly WAS the intent behind his photograph, but it’s cute you think that-” From across the front lawn, the voice could be heard above the crowds. Indistinct in their conversations and ultimately irrelevant to his current state of mind. Most people knew not to bother him when he was hunched over in some corner with a camera in front of his face. The subject today? A squirrel that had been picked down to nothing more than bones, some statement about life and its fleetingness. Sure.
It was almost the perfect shot. Almost. If he hadn’t been distracted by the all too familiar voice like nails grating on a chalkboard. What was this now? Fuckboy #20? Probably not likely to last longer than the week with how Victoria’s expression seemed to be pulled into a mask of… He wasn’t sure.
Not the perfect shot but it would have to do. Honed in specifically on the lovebirds across the way, and Victoria’s less than favorable expression. Just a little something for the road before he decided to actually do something about the situation. His camera lowered, and his hand braced against his leg, he pushed himself to his feet and wandered toward the pair across the way from him.
“Mind if I cut in?” Short and to the point, his tone told that he had no real interest in the answer. A hand against the blonde girl’s lower back, he pushed her slightly in the direction leading away from her most recent acquisition. “Thanks Joe.”
“It’s Jared,” The stranger yelled out after them, only to be met with a dismissive hand waved in his direction.
“You sure know how to pick them.” Nathan would pipe in, once they had reached a good distance away from fuming ears.
