"Joshua, look over here."
At that moment, Henry's voice suddenly rang out. Joshua froze mid-motion and instinctively turned his head.
Right after that came the soft click of a shutter. No one knew when Henry had pulled out a camera, but he was already snapping pictures.
Joshua pressed down his hair, the tips of his ears reddening slightly. He pouted a bit and muttered, "What are you taking pictures of…"
"Cute."
Henry reached over, gently lowered Joshua's hand, and helped smooth his hair back into place.
Joshua's eyes widened, staring at Henry in disbelief. But then he noticed that Henry's ears were even redder than his own, though his face remained completely expressionless as he turned to watch Luther and the others shooting with unwavering focus.
Luther felt that this was absolutely absurd. Utterly ridiculous!
He was clearly not bad—he had aimed carefully, perfectly even—so why couldn't he hit the bullseye?! This was insane! This whole game was a scam!
