Zane's warm now, which is a blessing. Warm enough the jacket he's pilfered to make it to the community hall feels too constricting, so somewhere between meandering from the fireplace to the table with all of the knick knacks he's shrugged it off entirely, right back to his slightly bloodied poet's shirt that's unopened.
It's the super 8 video camera that catches his eye. He's behind a terribly skinny man when he sees it, and cants his head to the side before his usual wide, nearly manic grin spreads across on his face.
"Hello, beautiful," he says, hands brushing against Arthur as he reaches by him to grab it. It's his. Definitely his--there's a small scuff mark by the grip and the tiniest dent by the battery pack. He'd recognize it anywhere. When Zane holds it close to examine it he treats it like a long lost relative, hands running soothingly over plastic and metal, sigh filled with palpable relief.
He looks up, index and thumb moving along the camera's body, and when he raises it to his face to peer through it, he uses Arthur as his subject to frame, grin widening.
Feast;
It's the super 8 video camera that catches his eye. He's behind a terribly skinny man when he sees it, and cants his head to the side before his usual wide, nearly manic grin spreads across on his face.
"Hello, beautiful," he says, hands brushing against Arthur as he reaches by him to grab it. It's his. Definitely his--there's a small scuff mark by the grip and the tiniest dent by the battery pack. He'd recognize it anywhere. When Zane holds it close to examine it he treats it like a long lost relative, hands running soothingly over plastic and metal, sigh filled with palpable relief.
He looks up, index and thumb moving along the camera's body, and when he raises it to his face to peer through it, he uses Arthur as his subject to frame, grin widening.
"And hello, beautiful."