“Hey, paparazzi! Dial it in.” This declaration rang forth in the aftermath of a short flash that had drawn Roman’s attention. And, although whether or not he was the subject of the impromptu photo op was yet unclear to him, who could blame a wanted criminal for the stringent avoidance of photo evidence?
“I’ve got a strict no photos, no signatures policy-- not unless you’re shelling out for it.” The latter Roman added almost as an afterthought, the corners of his lips threatening to sport a faint smirk. So it was here that a tap of his cigar yielded an ounce of ash, flattened beneath his sole as he approached the stranger in question.
“Still,” He mused aloud, elongating the word far past its expiration, "seeing as you’ve gone and taken it already...let’s have a look-see, shall we?”
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