[Tate's not about to beg for the camera (yet, he tells himself) but still looks elated at being let loose like a kid in a candy store. Kid in a liquor store may not have the same ring but it has the same enjoyment as Tate sets off to grab a six pack of his favorite beer, dragging his fingertips over the shelves as he looks for anything else that might catch his eye. A couple bottles get offered back to Derek for him to carry.
He's very precise in what he picks and chooses, so it's only five minutes before he's ready to head to the till.]
You'd really get me a new camera? Lenses, and all that shit too? And a stripper pole?
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He's very precise in what he picks and chooses, so it's only five minutes before he's ready to head to the till.]
You'd really get me a new camera? Lenses, and all that shit too? And a stripper pole?