weaponspecialist:

           _{[ The corners of her lips turn down faintly as the photo slides out of the camera. She reaches over and snatches it from his grasp and turns it over so she can see it.} 

             _{Cameras with film were hardly used any more — let alone cameras such as the one in his hands that produced the photo immediately. He couldn’t have many blank frames left,—}

                                      _{— And yet he uses one on her. ]}

                                                                    _{❝ —— Of me sleeping? ❞}

           _"Hey!“

     _{[ Any attempts to swipe the picture back from the scientist fails and he sighs, setting the camera down on her desk as to make sure nothing happens to it.}

    _{The device was still a family heirloom he was hoping to be able to pass on one day. ]}

               _{"It was a momentous occasion.
                                                          I really couldn’t pass it up.”}