Snapshots, Glasses, And Coffee

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Meeting the rest of the hosts was a refresher for the American. Alfred had greeted the other hosts and had grown quite fond of them. The large range of personalities allowed him to relax a little and worry less about formalities.

"So how old are you, Al-chan?" The smallest, yet oldest teenager asked, holding his stuffed, pink rabbit close. Alfred looked down at Honey and smiled, "nineteen actually. A year or so older than you I believe."

Honey stared at me in awe,"and you already have your own business? Was it passed down?" Alfred laughed,"yes and no. I received an associates degree in photography just a year after I graduated high school and then I took online courses while I traveled. I started my business after I getting my degree."

"Is it easy being a photographer?" Tamaki asked. The half French boy's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he looked at the American.

"Easy? Not at all. You're usually starved for a few years before getting good pay. Being a photojournalist especially. Using American dollars as an example, you would usually only get around two thousand dollars a month, which is-" Alfred had begun to explain when Kyoya butted in. "It's roughly around two hundred twelve thousand, four hundred sixty two yen."

Alfred nodded,"sounds right, let's go with that. Anyways-"

"How do you live on such poor income?!"Tamaki cried out, cutting off Alfred again. Alfred pressed his lips together in a fine line, looking at Tamaki disapprovingly,"are you done?"

The twins sniggered as they watched their king shoot over to his infamous corner of gloom, where there was already a rather large collection of mushrooms and hamster homes in place.

Alfred rolled his eyes and sighed,"as I was saying, before I was interrupted,"Alfred glanced at Tamaki,"if you bring in the cost of equipment and travel payments, it's really half of that amount that you get to use for food and hotels. But the photos are worth it, even if I have to deal with bitchy tourists."

"Such foul language!" Tamaki cried as he launched himself at Alfred, shaking the American by his shoulders as if trying to dispel the profanity. Alfred stared at the blonde as he was roughly shaken before he jerked his shoulders out of Tamaki's reach. "To be completely honest, I'm starting to question Japanese and their ways. Is shaking people to their doom a thing here? Or is that just him?"

"That's just him,"the others monotonously answered and Tamaki bolted back to his corner of gloom. "Thank God," Alfred muttered to himself before smiling again. "So, who's ready for a small photoshoot?"

Tamaki's hand along with Honey's and the twins' hands shot up as they raced over to Alfred, eager grins blazing on their faces. Haruhi sighed as she knew that she would be dragged into it anyways and Mori gave a soft grunt. Kyoya rolled his eyes and sighed.

Alfred gave Kyoya a soft nudge, "oi, you're the one that hired me." Kyoya gave him a smirk, "that doesn't stop me from not liking my picture taken." Alfred snorted, "funny. That makes me want to take your picture more."

"I understand my looks are quite appealing, but there's no reason to go flaunting them," the sarcasm dripped from Kyoya's voice as he set his notebook on his desk. Alfred rolled his eyes, "yes, because I just love taking photos of vampires."

"I'm sure I could get a good bite out of it."

"As long as you don't sparkle, I'm fine with that."

"You just had to bring that up."

"That I did."

"Unbelievable.

Alfred bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as Kyoya rolled his eyes. Messing with him was just so fun. It was hard not to mess with the Japanese boy.

Alfred smiled and clapped his hands together, "Alright everyone, posing time! My favorite part!" "Is it really?" One of the twins asked. I shot a grin his way, " it's better than sitting in a tree for three hours while trying to get a picture of a bird that won't stop moving." He nodded, "fair point." "Fair point indeed," I agreed.

We took photos for a while. I made the group get in several positions—I also made sure to snap their good sides—it was like a mini photoshoot in a way. After finishing up, I sat on the couch and began going through the photos, deleting the ones I didn't need.

Once I finished, I handed the memory card to Kyoya, "you'll thank me later." "How so?" He questioned and I just grinned. "You'll see. I recommend making quite a few copies. They'll sell like hot cakes."

Kyoya hummed and began getting to work.

Tamaki pulled me back over to the group and began the question game. We continued back and forth for a while, then asking me questions and myself asking them in return. I learned a lot about Japan in a small amount of time. It was quite helpful since I'll be staying here for a while. I found out that I would be coming here after all of the classes have ended for the day, so I had several hours to explore and photograph the surrounding land. I learned about several customs that the Japanese do and in return, I told them about the customs I had back in the states.

It wasn't long until we had to part ways for the day. We said our farewells and parted ways. I snapped a few photos of the roses in the rose garden as I passed them, along with other things as well.

It was around five when I got back to my apartment that afternoon. I set my things down and took a quick shower, changing into some warm pajamas once I finished. It was rather early, but I wasn't leaving for the rest of the night.

I sighed as I lounged on the couch, my laptop on my lap. I started on my new blog, using the rose photos that I had taken today. I went over the events, leaving out names for the sake of privacy and then entered my blog once I proofread it.

I smiled to myself as I leaned back into the couch.

Today has been a pretty good day.

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Okay, this is complete rubbish but I need to put updates out (I'll edit later).

School is kicking my rear and college is looming. :')

Pls don't be angry–