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@killerphotos-     ♧     [  faith didn't move a step though she wanted to go from here as fast as she could.  this whole situation wasn't looking good at all.  not with his injured hand, broken camera and coffee stained clothes.  and certainly not with his hostile expression  ]     shit— i'm sorry, okay?  it was an accident, i didn't expect someone taking photos in the middle of the sidewalk!    [  the woman explained with her concerned gaze fixed on him.  but she definitely didn't enjoy his gaze.  it was more than disturbing yet she didn't look away first  ]    you make things worse with your hand, there are already fragments of glass in it.  don't move that much.    [  she reprimanded him and frowned  ]    maybe there's a pharmacy or a shop nearby, i'll help you bandage the hand...  and for the camera ...  was it / very / expensive?

*shits

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ@labonairwolf 
            ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤhe stood in silence, his eyes locked on the Camara that was now in pieces on the ground , shattered beyond repair .     All of his hard work was swept away by one measly little . . . / BRAT /  . he didn't know how he felt , how he felt looking at his camera on the floor not giving two shots whatever happened to his clothing .  The scolding hot coffee didn't get as much of a reaction then the very sight if his broken Camara.         Stefano's eye twitched in annoyance .   How tedious .   His frame knelt down to try and pick up the pieces off the floor and assess the damage that had been done .        The slightest touch caused the Camara to break even more — and her asking if his camera was 'alright ' only made him glare up at the woman with a single eye , the other half shield by messy hair .         He glared . Oh how he glared up at her .       If a glare could kill she would have been / DEAD / by now .     Stefano inhaled sharply while his hands quickly scooped up the camera back into its back , his hands earning cuts and small fragments of glass  .        " Alright  . . . You're asking me if everything is / ALRIGHT / ? tsk , Philistine , if you where watching where you where going none of this would have happened  — ! "    he uttered though clenched teeth .   The photographer stood up and hissed at the realization that he has gotten burned from the coffee  .      Great  . . . Just what he needed . Anger wasn't the first thing that came to mind . He wanted to do more than just yell at her .   Stefano glared once agian before running a blood stained hand though his hair  .    " now what will I do ? I'll be late , I can't 
            / WORK / with such an appearance and my — tsk . stupida ragazzina ! ( you foolish little girl ) " 

( @killerphotos- )
            
                             Lise Sevill.  ( The tall woman introduced herself with a small grin as she extended a hand out for him to shake. She was using her mothers last name even though she legally had both of her parents names. However she preferred the name Sevill for more personal pursuits, Vuladrethrinn was always for more formal meetings. Though legally she had them both, just hyphenated. )  
            
                       The pleasure's mine, I assure you.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ@SECONDHEIRS- 
            ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ah , where are my manners ?  I am Stefano Valentini  , pleasure to meet you , Tesoro ( darling ) .   And you are  ?

@killerphotos- 
            
            Mhm.. perhaps so.. I see poetry as a form of art. Though I also find that in music. I play the violin, you see. I suppose I’m biased. *She mused, chuckling as she pulled the drink away from her lips, clicking her tongue. Warm brown eyes flickered back to him, an eyebrow raising at his response to her subtle prod about taking pictures of strangers.*
            Is that so? I’m afraid I don’t. Perhaps it’ll ring a bell when you tell me, draga ( darling ).

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ( @everfatale_ )
            ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤpoetry and art aren't to far off from one another .  ( Stefano shifted in place as a tilt of the head was given .  She was indeed beautiful  , his eyes only looking for brief moments not to scare her off with his stareing  .     She would do wonders for not only his eyes, but his art . Now raising the glass to his lips he chuckled once agian , a soothing voice uttering a response ) 
            ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤah , you are correct . It dose seem wrong and unethical / IF / someone random came up and started taking pictures,  I ; however , am not just a random person . I am the photographer for this little get together .  ( he had offered a smile followed by a slight arch of the brow )  do you not know my name ? 

@killerphotos- 
            
            *Her eyebrow rose as she observed him, uncertain as to whether to feel uncomfortable or flattered by the staring.* well, aren’t you the charmer. Has anyone told you you speak like a poet? *She mused as she picked up her drink, bringing it up to her lips.* though id be careful if I were you, draga ( darling ). Taking photos of people without their permission could be seen as… Mhm… /creepy/ or unethical, no? 

@BRXKENDOLL- 
            *  both the sight of him tossing the figure aside while also tugging her earned a laugh from the woman as she followed his pull and eventually sat down on the couch beside him  .  *  no  ,  no  .  i wanted to see if i could get wood for the fireplace  ,  that’s all  .  would you rather i do it later  ?

 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ@DEMONICLUVS 
             ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ [ A tilt of the head was given as she leaned in and placed a kiss upon his mask . The act only causing his grip to tighten on the doll he held .   A gentle breath was given . The simplest of affection made him crumble in her hands .  The kiss was only the beginning  .   Brahms reached up to grasp the woman's hand and gently tug her down, his free hand tossing the porcelain doll onto the couch to make room to hopefully hold her insted . ]
             ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤreally . . ? You asked for your scarf  why ?    ㅤare you . . . Leaving ?   

@BRXKENDOLL- 
            *  when the woman’s golden gaze fell upon the masked male’s neck to see the scarf  ,  her features only softened as she made her way over and leaned down  ,  kissing the forehead of the mask  .  *  you can keep it  .  i’ll find another one to use  .  besides  ,  it looks adorable on you  .