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OH AND GUYS I WAS THINKING OF DOING A NUZLOCKE RUN AS MY NEXT MULTI-CHAPTERED FIC ON HERE! If I did that, would you guys read it? I'd still do this one, of course, but I would do it on the side… so that's my new vote on here! PLEASE VOTE! (Also, if you don't know what a nuzlocke run is then Google it)

If I wrote a nuzlocke run, would you read it?

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My Answer: Look above. Please. PLEASE.

Characters: A Langley X Shooti, as requested.

Summary: I don't watch the anime, so I hope it's okay…

Photogenic

"You really are quite photogenic, you know."

Langley turned from where she stood packing up her bag after the festival, blinking in surprise at the boy that had appeared in the doorway. She noted his shock of blonde hair and keen eyes, her own eyes narrowing.

"Have we met?" she asked, not unkindly.

He gave a wry smile. "Not until now." He stepped forward, offering a hand. "I'm Shooti."

"Langley." She clasped his hand and shook it once.

"I know." At her sharp look he leaned his head to the side, his gaze assessing. "I've seen you battle at festivals. You're very good, sometimes even excellent."

She blinked, leaning her head to the opposite side that he was and releasing his hand. "Thanks."

"You're pokemon are all ice type, aren't they?" She nodded once. "Then yes, you're who I'm thinking of. I took these snapshots last festival." He stepped closer and held out his camera, and she leaned closer to take a look. Most of the pictures were of her pokemon: of how their white coats contrasted so spectacularly with the colourful background; of the determination so clearly stated in their eyes; of their dazzling array of attacks, all caught at the precise moment that they were most awe-inspiring.

And there were pictures of her, too. She was everywhere. In a victory pose, her smile dazzling; in the midst of battle, her hair flying behind her; after a defeat, eyes blazing with white-hot resolve.

"So you see, you really are quite photogenic," he murmured, his voice having lowered considerably. She glanced up, unaware until that moment of how close they had gotten, to see him staring down at her through flaxen lashes.

"And you're really quite talented at photography," she answered, her voice slightly uneven.

"I have other pictures that I can show you, if you'd like," he said.

A ghost of a smile tugged at her lips. "Actually, I'm starving," she replied, half-turning to sling her backpack over her shoulder. "Want to catch dinner?"

She had the pleasure of seeing those keen eyes widen, caught off guard. "Really?"

"Sure. Hurry up, though; the diner closes at eight." And with that she swept out of the room, only casting a look over her shoulder to tell him that she expected him to come along.

He stowed his camera away and, smirking to himself at how his flirtation strategy had worked so well, followed.