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[defies_reason]

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So, [Isaak says, his tone neutral,] what are the chances of this mess sticking around past midnight?

[He's got a big pile of assorted photographs in hand, snapshots of any number of people, gathered without much rhyme or reason.

Actually, he's not paying much attention to them.

He takes another photo off the table, and moves it in front of the camera, half-covered so only the other man is visible, smiling.]

I'm looking for photographs of this man.

[And that's all he has to say.]

[ooc; you can still comment to coordinate stuff here or see them embedded here! Feel free to imagine something of your character's is in his pile if you like <3 multiples of everything in those comments are allowed]

Comments

video;

[defies_reason]

Yes. I made the mistake of getting mugged and not dying, which is apparently suspicious.

[We just won't discuss the three men who didn't survive the encounter.]

There aren't many reminders of home, here.

video;

[candothat]

Thank you for neglecting to die.

[He suspects there's more to the story, as Isaak seems the sort of person to have a past he would prefer to keep to himself. It's not Chekov's place to pry, as much as he would like to.]

No. I have one picture from home and there are few things I would trade it for.

video;

[defies_reason]

My pleasure.

[As long as you can restrain that urge, Pavel Andreievich, you won't have to feel badly about being friendly with him.]

Well, perhaps you'll be lucky enough to come across another.

video;

[candothat]

[There will come a day...]

Perhaps. I hope you will find the pictures you're looking for.

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[defies_reason]

It would be nice. Not necessary, but nice.

[After all, it's not as if he's not making the effort to move on. And it's not as if-- more importantly-- he actually needs the photographs. But it's... Nice.]