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Jesus Christ, this shits fucking annoying.

[Ira quirks an eyebrow, then he'll just turn so his back is facing her. He will still continue to snap photos, despite the noise being annoying.]

[she's busy doing schedules for her work, when she looks up at him and the clicking sound.] What are you taking pictures of?

Sing a new song, canary. That one's old.

[she's surrounded by her books and gives him a harsh glare.] How irritated would you be if I started throwing things at you?

Not as irritated as you'll be when I cut off your hands for throwing things at me. [Aw, look Crystal. He really does consider you family.]

I do have reflexes, you know. [she's still very tempted to throw books at you, or possibly her shoe. She can buy more of those, anyway.]

[Ira quirks an eyebrow, then he'll just turn so his back is facing her. He will still continue to snap photos, despite the noise being annoying.]

[she's busy doing schedules for her work, when she looks up at him and the clicking sound.] What are you taking pictures of?

Sing a new song, canary. That one's old.

[she's surrounded by her books and gives him a harsh glare.] How irritated would you be if I started throwing things at you?

Not as irritated as you'll be when I cut off your hands for throwing things at me. [Aw, look Crystal. He really does consider you family.]

I do have reflexes, you know. [she's still very tempted to throw books at you, or possibly her shoe. She can buy more of those, anyway.]