“Not like this!” Jameson signs, calming down now and nervously pushing up his glasses as he realizes his actions. “Sorry sorry,” his hands show, cheeks blushing just a tad.

“I take pictures, and use cameras, but never of me! I haven’t seen myself in a moving picture in so long- oh but this one! This one even shows what I say, Johnathan look! I have messages just like them! Live subtitles! No more waiting!”

He gives a few happy clicks with his tongue as he watches what he signs play on the screen. They’re a bit slow, maybe one or two words off, but he doesn’t seem to notice it. He doesn’t see a thing wrong with the camera, really.

“That’s actually pretty cool..” Johnny says, smiling bigger as his friend beams. “Yeah. Alright. Chase was right, this isn’t so bad...”

“This is splendid! Absolutely splendid!”

You hear a mouse clicking, small, defeated sighs, and tip- tapping on a keyboard. Eventually foot steps fall from ear shot and the room goes silent, and about a minute later you hear a muffled voice speaking from afar, getting closer.

“It just won’t turn on or-“

. . .

“Ohhh- okay. Um- wait you have something blocking your camera, Chase probably put it on. No, no you’re not stupid- JJ it’s the same color as- pfft!”

Tape peels off the camera and someone’s sleeve is run across it a few times. Johnny and Jameson are standing beside one another, staring at the message and themselves on the screen.

Jameson begins to point and move spastically about as he sees himself move, dragging his friend back and forth and he tries to leave the lense’s eye.

Jamie brings two fingers to his eye, and drags them out toward the computer in a swift motion. He repeats it a few times, while Johnny nods and laughs.

Quickly, Jackson returns to his seat, desparetly calling his friend to do the same. They sit together in the camera view now, both smiling, though one is of pure excitement and thrill while the other is shy, but amused.

“Not a problem dear, we fell asleep too!”

It’s the next morning now, their time slowly creeping into afternoon. Jameson has you propped up on the kitchen counter, and behind him something sizzles in a pan. He wears a white button up and black pants tucked into higher socks, and his suspenders are worn snug around his shoulders. A common fashion trend of his era.

Jameson smiles at your compliment, thanking you once and touching his heart twice.

“Rad? No. Just worked all day, it was slow so I left early though.”

“You did find fifty pounds in your pocket!”

“Oh yeah!” John says, snapping his fingers. “I found fifty pounds, went to lunch with James here. It was fun. That was.. ‘rad.’ What about you?”