[sometimes he wonders if the other guys look at his photos just to patronize him, but as time went on, that intrusive sort of thought pattern seemed to slip away. there were so, so many pictures on his spare SD card that one person couldn't possibly collate them into some sort of album without some extreme effort. Ren's interest in the photo, when he displays it, brings about the same sort of anxious feeling in the back of his head, but he remembers that most people... at least on the surface- don't really knock others down for things that they love doing, even if it doesn't interest them as much. definitely not the case here, and he feels comfortable showing his work off to the other.]
I bet you take really good selfies. Your down angle has great proportions.
[ah, cute. a conversation between two broken languages about the same topic.
he swipes a few photos back, showing Ren the ones that he's taken since coming here: pictures of broken down houses, a water fountain that no longer has running water, the hospital in which they all arrived. he's documented a fair share of it, and if someone was particularly good at cartography, they'd be in serious business to mapping out the city.]
heck yeah
I bet you take really good selfies. Your down angle has great proportions.
[ah, cute. a conversation between two broken languages about the same topic.
he swipes a few photos back, showing Ren the ones that he's taken since coming here: pictures of broken down houses, a water fountain that no longer has running water, the hospital in which they all arrived. he's documented a fair share of it, and if someone was particularly good at cartography, they'd be in serious business to mapping out the city.]