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i think i'm in love

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗/ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:
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𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌:
i think i'm in love - kat dahlia
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♩✧･ﾟ♬✧･ﾟ♪: *✧♩･ﾟ:*

karl wishes that everywhere was always dark, lit only by dim red bulbs, because his photography always looks so much better within the confines of the darkroom. he is trying to sort his photos into one of his unfinished portfolios, but he gets quickly distracted by the act of simply admiring the images.

he chose the topic 'royalty,' and ended up taking an array of photos with his roommate, dream, all dressed up in a crown and cloak (which, admittedly, had cost too much). they had gotten a multitude of odd looks that day, parading around campus all dressed up, but the look on the blonde's face made all of the humiliation worth it. he was smiling, upon request, but the images looked so much more real because of the tint of blush shading his cheeks- of course, he's rosy from the embarrassment of the publicity, but it really helps the photos play into the role of a dutch, deep in love with a duchess.

karl hadn't taken any photos of a subject to play the duchess, because he liked the open-ended ambiguousness of not knowing who she may be. all that the perceivers are shown is dream, looking so deeply in love as he stares off to the side.

"oop, no, don't go in there!"

karl looks back at the muffled scold, turning to see dream pull a pencil out of the developer tray, wincing to himself as the solution drips off.

the brunette fondly rolls his eyes, looking back at his photos with a small headshake.

karl doesn't know what topic dream was focusing on for his own project, but the blond had made karl get high and go to a brunch bar for it, so it better turn out well. it wasn't much of a risk, since half of the kids on campus walk around high, but karl had still been shit scared (well, he was scared in the run up. once he was actually high it was fine). they'd sat in the bar for almost three hours, just snacking on pastries and sipping at warm drinks- karl's high was long gone by the end of it, but dream had spent the whole time sitting across from the brunette and snapping photo after photo.

now, dream is labelling all the images with times and names and such, creating an individual story for every one. every time that dream made karl laugh at the brunch bar, he'd snapped a photo and then made a note in his notebook, so karl presumes that he is writing on each image what it was that karl was laughing at, but he doesn't know for sure.

dream had offered for karl to see the photos when they'd all been processes, but he didn't want to, not all that fond of the idea of seeing himself printed.

karl looks back at his own work, realising how little he'd actually got done, and speeding up with the process of sliding each image into the plastic casing. this was an extension project that he's completed on top of the mandatory one, and he's pretty fucking certain that he's going to get a merit- if the hints from his lecturer mean anything. he's also pretty sure that dream will get the same grade, or better, since the blond has been working just as hard.

karl thinks he was blessed to be sharing a room with someone who is not just on the same course as him, but is also so passionate about the subject. he is certain that he never would've done this much work without the blonde's positive influence, and he would like to think that he inspires the blond in the same way.