Chapter 141: Foot? Meet Mouth
Kellen stepped out into the main shoot area with his trench coat over his arm, and scanned the area for Brent, and couldn’t find him immediately.
The reason for that seemed to be that they had taken a break for lunch, and many of the Espers had swarmed around the Guide, offering him food and drink. Watching Brent laugh and smile with the others, especially after what he had said to Kellen, caused an odd sensation in his chest.
Kellen intentionally didn’t glance around the room, not sure how he would take seeing the Captain at this moment, and was saved by Pamela, who was announcing the order for the next few shoots.
The group around Brent broke up, and Brent waved goodbye to them before moving to stand in the line that Pamela was directing the next three Guild members to stand in. Gwen was watching everything with an awed expression. Gwen had remained in the shadowed part of the studio, sitting down in a chair while that had gone down.
It didn’t appear as if Gwen had changed out of her most recent outfit change, and she remained in a torn Esper uniform. The top is a little more torn then the bottom, with the buttons torn off, with a crisp, leather gun holster on her thigh. For some reason it was in perfect condition, but this was a photo shoot, and Kellen wasn’t going to ruin the fantasy with logic. The leather didn’t even look that sturdy.
"Both of you are so good in front of the camera. I worry I won’t look as good as you two." Gwen admitted quietly as Kellen came to settle down in the seat next to her. His name hadn’t been called by Pamela, so he took this chance to talk to his sister. Kellen cast her a sideways glance. It was only in the last round of shots that Kellen thought he was halfway decent, and that was out of an emotion mixed with anger. Her being in awe of Brent? Very understandable.
"Remember how you were scoffing at me earlier because I don’t think I take good photos?" She made a face, clearly aware of where this was going.
"Uh huh."
"Well, I think you’re being silly thinking that your photos aren’t going to turn out well. You looked great when you were posing. I felt like a cardboard cut out." She snorted.
"Until you had your arms wrapped around Captain Thatcher." Kellen felt his face heat, but Gwen didn’t glance at him. His heart raced in his chest, and after his talk with Brent, he couldn’t really deny it. Sitting back in his chair, he crossed his arms, and with a grim expression, nodded.
"Apparently so." He said, looking forward even as he felt her gaze whip to his face.