carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

45 | immaculate creation

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[forty-five]
shouldn't feel like a crime
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It was hours later, sunset having come and gone, that Sadie and Joseph found themselves back at the inn after developing the camera's film. It took a long while for them to do so, having to sign up for the service, pay for it, and then wait for the film to process—but they did it!

As they waited for the pictures to develop at the shop, Sadie ended up finding out that Joseph was indeed an only child. But while both of her parents worked, his mother was actually a stay-at-home mother and absolutely adored the ground he walked on. Joseph complained about how overbearing she could be at times, but she could see the fondness in his eyes as he spoke of her, which only melted her heart for him even more.

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"She's so sweet, I love your mom."

"She loves you."

"Well, I can't say I blame her!"

"Hm, neither can I."

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She also learned about his father, who cared very much for him, but wasn't as in the picture as he was fairly busy with work. Something Joseph claimed he didn't mind too much as his father made it up to him with literally whatever he wanted.

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"God, no wonder you're so spoiled."

"You can say what you want, but who got to meet Stevie Wonder..? Yeah. That's what I thou—OW!"

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It had honestly been a very insightful trip for her, where she learned more about Joseph, and actually liked what she learned. His family life, how he became friends with Dupin and Molly, eventually Charlie, and many of his little habits.

For one, he was a manic fiddler. Whether it was his own hands that had little calluses from all the times he'd picked too much or rubbed too hard, his bottom lip that his mother always scolded him for, or his eyepatch that he adamantly refused to believe was a habit he had.

It was cute to see the way he clammed up after she'd told him all of the times she noticed, especially as he instinctively reached for the patch, only to stop when he realized he'd proven her right.

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"Stop smirking."

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are. I could've lost both eyes and still see you smirking at me."

"Relax, Joseph, it's just a nervous tic—"

"Stop. I beg you. This is embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing, it's cute—it's you."