It was littered with photographs. Some of it was in black and white, but others were printed in vibrant colors. There wasn't an order to them, and she seemed to pin some on top of others when she ran out of room. Half of them were of nature, mostly of flowers.
The other half, however, were of people. There were some people he didn't recognize, but James was able to recognize the majority of them since they came from the council. There were plenty of pictures of Katya being silly and with different hair colors, and there were plenty of serious - and unflattering - photos of Zameer. Some of the pictures were of him looking like he wanted to reach over and take the camera away before she took the shot. There were also plenty of candid pictures of Hendrik, some of which he dressed up for as he posed. There were more candid pictures of him with animals, though. The most candid person happened to be Mel, who was laughing and smiling in the majority of them. Tula seemed to have a gift of capturing her and the others when they weren't looking at the camera so she could get a natural, candid shot. She even managed to capture Malkiel smiling a few times, and he noticed that there were photos of him and Mel together, posing. There were few photos of Alistair, but the few photographs he did manage to find of him, he found him stiffly standing next to Oliver. They seemed to be the only photographs of Oliver.
That's what she meant about people making expressions when they thought no one was looking. She took photos of those moments to capture them forever.
James also noticed that there pictures of Evaline. She wasn't ever looking at the camera, instead being caught gazing away and faintly smiling as she looked at the ground, unaware that Tula took her picture.
Tula stood next to the wall, quietly inspecting it as well. She slowly picked up a bulky camera on her desk.
"I'm a photographer," she said after she gave James ample time to look through the photographs on the wall. "I like to capture moments worth remembering."
"I can see that," James mused quietly, looking the photos over one last time before turning to Tula.
"Like I said, I think language is mostly expressed by how you show it," she said with a smile.
"It must be nice to keep all of these memories," he said, glancing at the photos again, briefly.
"It is," she said. "But I like sharing. If you want any, you are welcome to take some. I have more than enough."
"I would prefer to keep a memory that's my own, but I appreciate the offer," James said with a small smile.
"Fair enough," Tula said, gazing at the wall again. "Which one captures your eye the most?"
James scanned the photos again. He knew he was 'drawn' more to the photos of Evaline because he knew her more than the others, but he didn't want to point them out. Instead, he pointed to a picture of Mel laughing.
"You captured her laugh well," he said.
Tula smiled and leaned in to see which one he was referring to, then nodded. "It's easy to get a candid shot out of her," she said. "She has a bright smile, and a contagious laugh."
"That she does," James hummed, looking over the pictures again. He pointed out one of Zameer's unflattering candids and grinned.
"I'm sure he doesn't like this one," he said. "But it's funny."
Tula laughed, shaking her head. "The only unflattering photos I put on my wall are of Zameer, only because it annoys him," she said. "And it makes me laugh every time I pin a new one."
James smiled and clicked his tongue.
"And here you were making it sounds like Katya was the only one getting under people's skin," he teased.
"I have a sense of humor, you know," she said with her own teasing smile. "It comes out with the camera."
"Good to know," James said with a fading smile and a nod.
She watched him for a moment, tilting her head again in thought. "Care to pose?" she asked.
"Any pose?" he asked.
"Any pose," she said with a smile as she stepped back to give plenty of room as she brought the camera closer to her chest. "I'll count to three. Are you ready?"
James had only a few seconds to think of something. He could be silly, or serious, or awkward if he didn't do something in time. He decided to do something casual, sticking his hands in his pockets and putting more of his weight on one leg.
Tula brought the camera up to her face as the camera clicked to life. "One... two... three."
He looked into the camera as it clicked, and there was a brief flash.
Tula brought the camera down as it made a few mechanical noises. "Thanks," she said. "It'll take a few hours to develop, but I can give it to you the next time I see you, if you'd like."
James scoffed. "I don't need to keep a picture of myself," he said. "I have a mirror for that."
Tula smirked, letting out a breathy laugh. "Okay," she said, then glanced at the photos again, thinking. "Pick a photo you want to study, and then study it," she said as she took more steps back, closer against the wall.
It seemed that she wanted to take another picture. A candid photo, probably. Or at least one with him looking away.
He turned towards the wall, still with his hands in his pockets, and he looked at a few of the pictures, landing on one of Oliver and Alistair. He thought back to what he knew about them - how the two of them lived in the sectors and smuggled people out.
"Pick the photo up," Tula instructed. "And then relax your stance. Really study it."
James knew Tula was trying to get a candid expression out of him. He obediently relaxed his shoulders as he picked the photo up. He chose to think about how amusing it was that Alistair was so stiff in the photos, but he also wondered if there were other reasons for his apprehension. Maybe something to do with Oliver... or the person behind the camera. Oliver was looking at the camera with a rehearsed smile. James knew how to pick it out because he knew what they looked like, having done them a million times himself.
Without warning, there was a click and a flash.
"Wait," she instructed, and a few moments passed as she seemed to restart the camera. "Okay. Look over here."
The moment James turned to look at the camera, she clicked it again, sending another blinding flash towards him.
"Done," she said with a smile as she brought down the camera. "Thanks. I think you make a good model."
"Thanks," James said simply as he pinned the picture back up on the wall. He was still seeing spots in his vision.
Tula took a few moments to carefully turn off the camera and set it back down on her desk. "You sure you don't want any of those pictures? Or any of the pictures on the wall?" she asked.
"I'm good," he said. "Thanks, though."
If he could refuse at least one gift this whole time, he would.
"Alright," she said with a small smile. "Maybe I'll visit you so I can add Terra to my scenic collection."
"If you want to do that," he said. "I suggest you come close to sunset. I'm sure the view of the sky would be wonderful to capture with your camera."
Tula loosely crossed her arms as she watched him again. "You have a good eye," she said. "I think you'd make a good photographer as well."
James shrugged. "Never tried."
"Care to try now?" she asked as she glanced back at the camera she placed on her desk.
"Well, you'd have to show me how it works," he said. "But sure."
"No problem," Tula said as she picked up the camera again.
She motioned for him to stand next to her, which he did.
"I'm going to strap this on you," she said as she lifted it over his head so it sat heavily around his neck. She took the liberty of taking both his hands so that she could place them where he should be holding it.
"Hold it here," she said softly since she was close to him. "And then bring it up to your face, right here."
She pointed at where he should place it against his eye, but then also demonstrated for him too, leaning in very close to his face for a moment before pulling away, her fingers still at the eyepiece.
James briefly glanced over at her but brought the camera up to his face as she let go. He peered through the little hole, letting his eye adjust.
"I've kept all my settings the same, so it should come out alright," she said.
He then felt her hand on top of his as she tapped a button that was on top of where his hand was.
"Feel this?" she asked. "Press that when you're ready."
He nodded, and found the button.
"Shouldn't I be taking a picture of a person?" he asked, still looking through the camera.
"Mmmhmm," she drew out, and then let go of his hand.
She grabbed the rim of the camera's lense and then gently nudged it in the direction she wanted him to look through. For a brief moment, it landed on her chest, but then she backed away towards her bed, smiling.
"See everything okay?" she asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed, pushing a strand of loose curly hair behind her ear before brushing down her shirt.
"Yes," he said. He hummed for a moment as he walked a little to the side, and then bent his knees slightly to get a better angle. When he pressed the button, it made the same click and bright flash.
"Wait, don't put it down yet," Tula said after he took the photo.
James watched through the lens as she laid on the bed on her side, propping her head up with her hand as she kept her other arm against her hip. She bent one leg as she slightly lifted her chin up at the camera.
"Whenever you're ready," she said.
James spent less time checking the angle for the picture and just clicked the button, and pulled the camera away from his face before Tula could tell him no. He carefully took the camera off his neck and offered it back to her.
"You'll have to tell me if they turned out any good," he said.
She scooted to the side of the bed and motioned for him to sit - or lay, he couldn't tell - next to her.
"You can put the camera down," she said. "I'm sure they turned out good. You have a good eye."
James walked slowly over to the desk, setting the camera down gently. He lingered by the desk as he turned to look back at her.
"I wouldn't speak too soon," he said. "My eyesight's pretty poor, so that's likely a hindrance to any picture-taking."
"That's a shame," she said. "Maybe you should come closer so you can see."
James didn't know how it escalated to this. Maybe he never should have followed her into her bedroom in the first place. That was his first mistake.
"I... think I'm okay," he said, eyes flicking to the exit. "Over here."
Tula pursed her lips, propping her head up again on the bed as she looked up at him. "No need to be such a prude," she said. "I've heard you were tense. I could help with that, if you'd like."
James laughed, just a little. Nervously.
"I think I'm still recovering from the massage chair," he said. "No thank you."
Tula watched him again, carefully. She always seemed to be studying him. Perhaps it was her photographer's eye.
After a long pause, she sighed and then sat up, putting her feet back over the bed and on to the floor.
"Fine," she said defeatedly. "Thought you'd like a little fun, but I'm not going to beg you for it."
And James was grateful for that.
"I hope..." James said stiffly. "I didn't mislead you."
Tula smirked as she stood up. She walked past James towards the door, but not before letting her hand dance across his chest in one swoop.
"No," she said, opening the door and gesturing for him to go ahead first. "It's not like I'm looking for a relationship." She paused. "Are you?"
James let out a small laugh, still from lingering nerves.
"No," he answered as he stepped out the door.
"Fine by me," Tula said, stepping through and closing the door. She turned back towards him, leaning on the door for a moment as she shot him a playful look. "But if you ever get bored and change your mind, let me know."
James felt a switch flip in his brain. He smiled back, feeling a familiar mask fall over his face. This smile was genuine - not as himself, but as someone else.
"Noted," he said.
"I'm sure you don't have that much fun in Terra," Tula said as she twirled a piece of her hair with her finger. "Do you?"
James hummed a high pitch and shrugged as he looked to the side.
"Oh, you know," he said as very-obvious sarcasm leaked into his voice. "It's just riveting watching plants grow in real-time."
Tula laughed through her nose, shaking her head and then standing up straight, bounding down the hall again.
"Uh-huh. Come on, let's get you back to the riveting plants," she said with a smile in her voice.
James followed, picking up his pace so that he walked up beside her.
They walked through the hallways and exited another door so that they were back in the breakroom. Tula pressed a button against the wall.
"Katya, James is leaving," she said.
"Be right there!" Katya's voice said through the button.
Tula sighed, looking around the room as her eyes drifted down to the box with the medicine and the lava lamp.
"I think that's yours," she said, pointing at it.
"Ah," James said. He picked it up and tucked it under his arm.
"I see you're taking a lava lamp home," Tula said, repressing a smirk.
"I..." James started to say, and then sighed. "Yeah."
He didn't feel like explaining that Katya just tossed it in there.
"You are so fascinating," she murmured, keeping her eyes on his face. "Wise, thoughtful, but also a bit childish. It's interesting."
"I like to diversify my assets," he quipped.
"What other assets do you have?" she asked with an amused smile.
"I can do this," he said before crossing his eyes.
Tula narrowed her eyes at him and then let out an airy laugh, shaking her head. "Why didn't you pose like that?" she asked. "I could have permanently kept that memory on my wall."
"I guess you'll just have to keep it in here," he said, tapping the side of his head.
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"Lower," she said with a smirk.
James paused with his finger by his temple, and then he narrowed his eyes at her as he dropped his hand to his chest, patting over his heart.
"I'm touched," he said in monotone.
"Please," she said with a smile and half-roll of her eyes. "As if I meant there."
"You left it open to interpretation, so I chose the interpretation," he said.
Tula hummed. "So you're a romantic, even though you're not looking for a relationship," she commented.
James watched her with slightly narrowed eyes and the slighest smile.
"And you like drawing conclusions based on very little evidence," he said.
"Guilty," Tula said with a small smirk as she lifted her hands. "I suppose this means I should gather more evidence."
"Good luck with that," James said, briefly widening his eyes and raising his brows.
Right on time, Katya came skidding down the hall, almost knocking over a box.
"Ready to go?" she asked James as she stood up straight, but then flicked her eyes between the two of them and burst out laughing. "Or am I interrupting something?"
"Not sure," Tula mused, still watching James. "Is she, James?"
"Only a conversation," James said simply, looking to Katya. "I'm ready to go."
"For now," Tula added, barely loud enough for just him to hear. She then brought out a finger under his chin, angling it so that he'd be facing her. "See you later, romance boy."
She held her gaze on him for a little while longer before smirking and pulling away, heading back towards the door for her bedroom. James was relieved that she left.
"So what'd you guys do?" Katya said behind his ear, all of a sudden uncomfortably close to him.
James whipped his head around to her and stepped forward so she wasn't so close.
"Took pictures," he said.
"Uh huh," Katya said flatly. "That was real fast."
"So was your nap," James said.
Katya shrugged. "It's called power naps," she said like it was obvious. "More effective than regular naps. Ever heard of it?"
"Not by that name," he said. "But yes."
"No, you didn't," she said stubbornly. "Otherwise you wouldn't have those ugly bags under your eyes."
James rolled his eyes.
Without waiting for him, Katya turned around and started to walk down the hall, towards the entrance. James followed her, still toting his box with him.
"So is this going to be like, a monthly visit?" she asked him.
"I don't know," James said with the verbal equivalent of a shrug.
Katya hummed. "How soon can someone get pregnant?"
"Katya," James said sharply.
"What?" she said innocently.
James walked a little faster so he was beside her, looking down at her.
"Two things: Stop making assumptions, and keep your nose out of things that aren't your business," he said.
Katya laughed, a little too loudly. "Nah," she said. "You're not the boss of me."
"Then don't expect real answers to your invasive questions," James said.
Katya rolled her eyes. "You're such a bore," she said. "I don't see why anyone likes you."
"Maybe you should ask them yourself, then," James muttered.
"I have," she said stubbornly. "And I don't think you're all that great."
"At least we're in agreement," James said.
"Uh huh. I think you need to go back to the massage chair and calm down."
"Yeah," he said calmly. "I'll pass."
"That's right," Katya said with another small laugh as they passed the rooms. The door was within view now. "You were too scared of a damn massage chair. You're such a wimp."
"Mmhmm," James hummed dismissively.
"If I ask Zameer to take it back with him, would you run away screaming?" she teased with another obnoxious laugh.
"Only if the chair grew legs," he said.
"Or if you grew balls!" Katya quipped back, howling again.
James stared ahead of them blankly with half-lidded eyes and sighed. He had to endure some more obnoxious teasing from Katya before she finally pressed a few buttons on the side, and then the door opened. She opened the door for him with one arm, gesturing for him to exit.
"Here's the exit so you can run away from the chair," she said with a smirk. "Byyyyyye."
"Generous," was James's only deadpan comment as he stepped through the door, and it slammed behind him.
"Katya's great with people, I know," Zameer said blankly off to the side where the awning began. He was bent down with a long-haired dog with a golden coat, panting.
James looked at the dog closely, deducing quickly that it was Sparky.
"Does Sparky like strangers?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Zameer said, motioning for him to come closer. "He's well-behaved and social."
James slowly drew near, squatting down on the other side of Sparky. He offered the dog his hand to sniff before touching him. Sparky didn't seem to mind James's pet, sitting still while continually panting, only blinking when his hand got closer to his eyes. James smiled slightly.
"I think it's good that he sees other people," Zameer said, watching the interaction with a slight smile. "You know, besides me. And not Katya, or even Tula."
"Well, fortunately for Sparky," James said. "I like dogs."
He started scratching behind Sparky's ears, and Sparky closed his eyes, leaning into it. James saw his tail start to wag.
"Good boy," James said softly.
"I've taught him a few tricks," Zameer said, standing up. "Sparky, lay down."
Obediently, Sparky laid down on his chest, tail wagging even more as he looked up at Zameer.
"Good job," Zameer cooed, bending down to scratch his head.
James reached over and scratched the other side of Sparky's head as well, piling on the adulation for the happy dog.
"What a good dog," James cooed.
Zameer spent the next ten minutes showing James a few more tricks, and he let James feed her a few snacks for positive reinforcement. It was still raining, so it wasn't the best weather to suggest to play fetch, but Zameer seemed to be in a rush anyways since he suggested to go back to the bike already.
They both hopped on the bike with their helmets on, bracing for the rain to come through again. Once he verbally said he was ready, Zameer took him through the same backroads again, zooming fast and causing some puddles to fly up as he drove through it. After another twenty minutes, they were back in front of his farm.
Even though Zameer didn't have to, he took off his helmet so he could talk to James in the rain.
"You good?" he asked him.
"Yep," James answered as he hopped off the bike, securing the helmet under the seat while he held the box in his arms.
"Okay," Zameer said, but then paused for a moment. "Well, it was nice seeing you, James. I'll see you around?"
"I guess so," James said with a slight smile. "Thanks for stopping by."
"No worries. Say hi to my uncle for me," he said as he put the helmet back on, gave him a singular wave, and then drove off.
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