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They're walking along an area in Belendt known for its scenic views and boutique shopping. Perhaps "boutique" is a little bit of a misnomer -- certainly some cute shops selling local artisan's wares and jewelry, but nothing compared to the big cities in Ravka. Still, it's enjoyable. Her hand is threaded through his free one, his camera around her neck, when Inej stops and grins at him.
"Hmm?" he inquires, turning to face her.
"Let's take some photos," she says.
His brow furrows ever so slightly; that's all they've been doing, taking photos. The guides did not lie about how picturesque the place is.
Inej tugs on his hand lightly, pulling him in the direction of a photo booth set against the side of a cafe.
"Are you serious?" he says, skeptical, but her goal is clear - it's the photo booth.
It's a bit of process to get themselves settled; the seat is only so big, and they settle with Kaz on the seat and Inej perched on his good leg. She removes the camera strap from her neck as she leans the short distance it takes to slip a couple of coins into the slot and the booth fires up.
"I've spent so much time in one of these," she says, her tone amused, casual.
"What?" He barely has time to process this statement before the booth's automated voice is telling them to get ready. The lights on either side of the monitor flare to life, making him blink in the sudden change of levels, and he can see their reflection in the screen.
"Oh it was all the rage," she tells him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She's done it up in a style where it's twisted into a crown around the back of her head, eminently practical as they play tourist, but little bits keep escaping and brushing against her cheeks. He's tucked a few of them back for her already. "Get in the booth, put in your money, three solid minutes of making out with your boyfriend in semi-private. Keep the photos as a bookmark in your textbook."
Kaz tries not to let the statement get to him. He never had a girlfriend to kiss in a photobooth.
"Today is your lucky day, Kaz Brekker," she says, grinning at him. The monitor is displaying a countdown; there's only a few seconds left before it will start taking photos. "Making out with your girlfriend in a semi-private photobooth."
As soon as the voice -- too loud, really -- announces the final three seconds, she turns to him and tucks her fingers beneath his chin. Her lips meet his just as the voice tells them to pose.
He can certainly see the appeal, once the booth's four flashes have gone off and the voice is telling them their photos are processing. Inej is still kissing him, her touches becoming gentler as she pulls away. He doesn't want to let her go; this close he can count each of her eyelashes, see the swipe of pencil along her lids, bringing the focus to her beautiful eyes.
"Ready?" she says, slipping from his lap. He's not, but he follows her out, where their strip of photos has just dispensed into the tray outside.
Kaz stifles a groan as he sees them. They're absolutely obscene, the two of them kissing in various angles and none of them flattering. He thinks she looks better than he does, but he always thinks that. Inej is grinning as she looks at them.
"These are great," she says, looking up at him. "Well done, Brekker." She tucks the strip into his pocket and then opens the curtain again.
He can't say he's mad about the decision as he settles back in, if a little baffled. "Another set?" he queries while she makes herself comfortable on his leg.
"We'll do some nice ones this time," she says, putting another set of coins in. "Or funny ones. Something we can show our friends."
The lights flare, throwing her into stark relief as she sits back. The camera is held in her hand, the other at his shoulder, and she reaches up to smooth a bit of his hair back. She is so beautiful, and he is in love with her all over again. "Yeah," he agrees, tucking the thought away for now. He'll tell her when he's ready. "Something to show our friends."