[Mitsuhide raises a single eyebrow as Motochika draws closer, the slightest flush now visible on the younger samurai's cheeks.]
With cream, I'll assume.
[He reaches out with one hand, but not to Motochika. Instead he reaches for something he'd previously left in the bags; his camera, which he draws out in one swift movement.]
The sun is setting.
[Without giving his lover time to react, Mitsuhide raises the camera and takes a photo. The camera is an instant one, and so he takes the undeveloped photo that slides out and begins to wave it with his free hand.]
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With cream, I'll assume.
[He reaches out with one hand, but not to Motochika. Instead he reaches for something he'd previously left in the bags; his camera, which he draws out in one swift movement.]
The sun is setting.
[Without giving his lover time to react, Mitsuhide raises the camera and takes a photo. The camera is an instant one, and so he takes the undeveloped photo that slides out and begins to wave it with his free hand.]
It makes for an attractive frame.