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*going through old scrapbooks, possibly smiling*

Find something interesting?

Just some old pictures of me and Shawn.

Oh? Any of the horrid fashion sense you two rocked in your teen years?

We were kings of style.

Kings of style? No. I remember a jacket or two of Shawn's that falls more in the jester category.

*chuckles*

If he catches you doing that, he'll try to put you in an old person's home.

Speaking from experience?

*nods*

Apparently wanting to preserve memories and present them nicely is an old woman's hobby.

And yet if you came across his scrap booking material you'd never know.

.... Shawn has scrapbooking supplies?

A whole closet devoted to arts and crafts. Of course, it's all stored in my apartment, but.. *shrugs*

What else does he do?

Oh you know, everything.

While that's a good description of Shawn's interests, it's not a good enough answer, Gus.

What is this, and interrogation? ...oh.. *clears throat* Well.. I don't know, he just seems to enjoy anything involving glitter.

*clamps a hand over his mouth to cover the smirk*

Glitter? Do you have anything I could put on the fridge door?

Oh, yeah. *pops open briefcase before pausing* ...he's going to kill me I hope you know.

He wouldn't kill you, he needs you. *holds out his hand*

I doubt he'll see it that way. *hands over one of Shawn's self made cards* This was for my promotion at work.

*takes the card and studies it for a while* That was... thoughtful of him.