WE'RE SPEAKING NONSENSE / camera

[michael t.]

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

Michael had his own fondness for photos, for similar reasons to why Goldie had her own, honestly. While the thief had never been known for his exploits of good, like Goldie had, he had certainly once been known for his exploits of thievery. This penchant for stealing had not only painted a target on his back, but on Trevor's as well. It was also why the dealer had, at one time, sacrificed himself to one of his mortal enemies, The Lost, just to save his love from their fury. Even when he had escaped, he had still fully expected to ultimately be hunted down, and gutted for sins that he had committed in the past. As a result of this constant fear, he had buried his mind in the things he enjoyed. Things like old movies, and his constantly growing collection of jewelry. One thing he had loved more than everything, though, was his own dinky little camera. It wasn't anything particularly impressive, but it allowed him to capture a moment in time, and always have it with him. Pictures provided him with a reassurance that, if the end eventually did come for him, he would at least have a road map of his past to look back on, before fate finally beat down the door.

Of course, the dealer also knew photography as something more relaxing, and well... fun. There was some amount of pure joy to be held in just taking pictures of whatever you could find, and the thought of that was what brought a smile to Michael's muzzle as he spotted Goldie in the distance. He eagerly moved over to the former captain – his niece now, he supposed – and let out a soft hum in greeting, his bob of a tail twitching excitedly behind him. Sitting down against the warm sand, the darkly colored bobcat spoke casually, mismatched gaze moving from the palm tree Goldie had captured, over to Goldie herself, "Hey there, Gold. You get yourself a camera...? I gotta say, good choice."

Although Michael would usually be a bit embarrassed sharing his more mundane hobbies with others, he felt relaxed around Goldie, a soft chuckle leaving him before he continued, "I've got my own camera too, you know. And a whole connection of pictures I've taken with it... maybe I could show it to you, at some point." He was sure she'd be interested in the various parts of the territory he'd photographed. Although, there would be a few pictures he would have to hide away – mainly the ones of the softer moments between him and Trevor, like when they were curled up in bed together, napping. He preferred to keep those more personal ones to himself.

— Reggan