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Sam stared down at the picture in her hands, unsure of what to make of it.
A picture of Danny (Fenton) rested in her hands. It had been taken right after patrol, and If anybody had quickly glanced at the picture, they would have probably missed it. Fortunately for Sam, she had been staring at it for who knows how long, questioning if this was a trick of the light or not.
The camera’s flash had caught on Danny’s eyes, and they were reflecting.
This happens all the time with cameras, except they weren’t reflecting red like human’s eyes should. Sam wouldn’t have batted an eye if that was the case.
Danny’s eyes were reflecting green.
Like an animal’s would.
Danny was going to hate this.
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Tucker stared at Sam, hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. “Are you serious?”
“It’s not that funny, Tucker,” grumbled Danny from his bed.
“It’s pretty funny,” replied Tucker, handing the picture over to the halfa. Danny rolled his eyes, and looked the picture over.
Sam barely noticed his small frown as the halfa got up to look for something. “All jokes aside. This might be a problem. What if somebody takes a picture of Danny and this happens? Wes would flip.”
“Well, this was the first time,” started Tucker, “and he’s had his powers for how long now? A year? It was probably just because we had gotten back from patrol and he had just detransformed.”
Sam frowned. “Yeah, I guess.”
Danny walked back to the two of them, and handed the picture back to the goth. “Can we move on from this?”
“Alright, alright,” said Tucker, while Sam looked back down at the picture.
Sam held back a chuckle as she saw neat, green writing a fair distance away from her purple, not as neat, note that she had sprawled onto the white of the photo earlier.
“Why are his eyes like that?”
“Shut up Sam” was what Danny had written out, a small angry face beside it.
“Wow, Danny. I can’t believe you vandalised my picture,’ she said, a playful smile spreading across her face.
“It’s a picture of me!” exclaimed Danny, flailing his arms around.