She reaches into her bag, then, pulling out a simple white book. It's not very thick, but the pages seem to be made of an odd material, and when she gently flicks it open it becomes rather obvious why.
It's a photo album.
"I got a bunch of my photos developed recently, and ended up with a lot of doubles, so I...well, I thought you might like to have some of them. It documents almost every moment we've spent together since I met you; I tend to get a bit snap-happy!"
And she's not lying; as Emmy flicks through the album, the photos almost tell a story. They're arranged chronologically, some of them funny, some beautiful, some silly. Emmy obviously took great pains in ensuring there was a decent variety scattered throughout the book.
"See here? That was when we had tea after our first battle; that cafe had such beautiful crockery! I think...yes, that's your hand holding the pot, I don't have a white jacket! And if you flick a few pages along..."
And she does, arriving on a page featuring them in some rather fantastic formal outfits. The Masquerade ball.
"Remember how I tried to get Machi to take the photo to start with, and she almost broke my camera? Thankfully Abbie managed it, I thought we'd never get the photo!"
There's a small smile on her face as she lovingly goes through the photos; Emmy has a great fondness for her hobby. And the subject matter.
"I do hope you don't find this odd or creepy or anything...I just thought you might like it. You know, a bit of a documentation of some of your time in Johto!"
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She reaches into her bag, then, pulling out a simple white book. It's not very thick, but the pages seem to be made of an odd material, and when she gently flicks it open it becomes rather obvious why.
It's a photo album.
"I got a bunch of my photos developed recently, and ended up with a lot of doubles, so I...well, I thought you might like to have some of them. It documents almost every moment we've spent together since I met you; I tend to get a bit snap-happy!"
And she's not lying; as Emmy flicks through the album, the photos almost tell a story. They're arranged chronologically, some of them funny, some beautiful, some silly. Emmy obviously took great pains in ensuring there was a decent variety scattered throughout the book.
"See here? That was when we had tea after our first battle; that cafe had such beautiful crockery! I think...yes, that's your hand holding the pot, I don't have a white jacket! And if you flick a few pages along..."
And she does, arriving on a page featuring them in some rather fantastic formal outfits. The Masquerade ball.
"Remember how I tried to get Machi to take the photo to start with, and she almost broke my camera? Thankfully Abbie managed it, I thought we'd never get the photo!"
There's a small smile on her face as she lovingly goes through the photos; Emmy has a great fondness for her hobby. And the subject matter.
"I do hope you don't find this odd or creepy or anything...I just thought you might like it. You know, a bit of a documentation of some of your time in Johto!"