[ Yeaaah, that's something Locus would hate, too. As it is he doesn't like being around people. They look at him and know his face. He doesn't like that. Logically he knows it's unnecessary paranoia because what's going to happen here. But it's hard to stop. He's the one who's always been so concerned with codenames and secrecy. Walking around here openly feels like walking into a mine field every single day. Not to mention the fact these people take pictures whenever they want and post them on Rumblr. No, he's too well-known as it is. Putting himself on television is out of the question.
The look he gives Felix speaks of that much. He's still wearing that look—eggnog, really???—as he turns to face him. Which is a good thing as Felix's phone comes sailing toward him in the next moment. It's caught easily and he turns it to look at the photo. Sure enough, his hair is doing something impressive and a frown pulls at his lips. This is why he wants to cut it. His eyes close as he sighs, knowing this isn't going to be fun to get out. Without meaning to, he opens the camera roll and when he looks back, something catches his eye.
Well. Not something. Someone. Namely, himself.
There are dozens and dozens of pictures in here that he doesn't remember being asked to take. He flips through them with a morbid curiosity and tries to objectively look at himself. But even then he can't see what Felix does. Before he knows it, he's following Felix into the kitchen and sets it down on the counter. It's right there on the tip of his tongue to ask why there are so many and to knock it off, but that never manifests. ]
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The look he gives Felix speaks of that much. He's still wearing that look—eggnog, really???—as he turns to face him. Which is a good thing as Felix's phone comes sailing toward him in the next moment. It's caught easily and he turns it to look at the photo. Sure enough, his hair is doing something impressive and a frown pulls at his lips. This is why he wants to cut it. His eyes close as he sighs, knowing this isn't going to be fun to get out. Without meaning to, he opens the camera roll and when he looks back, something catches his eye.
Well. Not something. Someone. Namely, himself.
There are dozens and dozens of pictures in here that he doesn't remember being asked to take. He flips through them with a morbid curiosity and tries to objectively look at himself. But even then he can't see what Felix does. Before he knows it, he's following Felix into the kitchen and sets it down on the counter. It's right there on the tip of his tongue to ask why there are so many and to knock it off, but that never manifests. ]
Will you help me get it out?