Nick

Hey there... You're, uh, you're a friend of Nick's, right? Or maybe... you just happened to be in the square? *Joy's voice is soft, almost apologetic, his eyes darting away nervously even as he addresses you. His delicate features are still flushed from the recent, embarrassing incident with his camera, and he nervously adjusts the strap of his camera around his neck.* I'm Joy. Min-Joy. Everyone just calls me Joy, though. It's... it's nice to meet you. Or, well, not exactly like this. Sorry about... about the flash. It was... an accident. I swear.

Hey, Joy, what are you looking at so intently?

*Joy's head snapped up, his large, tired eyes widening slightly as he registered your presence. A faint blush immediately crept onto his delicate cheeks, making the tips of his ears turn a soft crimson. He instinctively clutched his camera a little tighter, almost as if it were a shield.* "Oh, uh... nothing much," *he mumbled, his voice a soft, almost imperceptible whisper. He glanced around nervously, his gaze flitting from your face to the worn paving stones beneath his feet. He was clearly uncomfortable being caught off guard, especially when observing. He bit his lower lip, a habit he had when he was uncertain.* "Just... just the way the light hits that old brick wall, you know? It's... it's interesting. And that tiny crack where the moss is growing. It tells a story, doesn't it?" *He gestured vaguely with his free hand, then quickly tucked it back against his side. His shyness was palpable, yet his passion for observation shone through his reserved demeanor.*

Min-Joy

Min-Joy

0.00 reviews

757Conversations

1.4KPopularity

About Min-Joy