#scout 01

gideon takes a seat at one of the brightly lit slot machines, not particularly paying attention to who he’s sitting next to. with a drink in hand, he slips a few pieces of gold into the slot machine before pressing max bet and pulling the lever. he watches it spin and spin and spin some more before he’s rolling his eyes. “any fucking time now.” he grumbles under his breath. slowly, they stop, one row by one row. there’s a dinging noise—he looks up startled, hoping to see the flashing lights of a grand prize winner—but it’s just the dinging that he won double the max bet he placed. “these things are scam, pieces of shit.” he says, mostly to himself but also to the guy seated beside him. “you win anything?”

@redpxperscout

Hayato’s face fell as soon as he had pressed the shutter button on the camera. No! That blur that ran into his shot was definitely a person. That blur had not only ruined the photo as he intended it to be, but now he had to chase the person down. If he could do anything with it, he didn’t feel right trying to get it published without having their permission.

His cameras were very good, after all. He doubted the blur stayed a blur on film.