Finn will have heard music coming from inside of Tobi's their the apartment before he steps inside. Dressed just in her underwear and one of Finn's shirts with her hair piled atop her head with a pencil, Tobi is playing some wildly energetic and slightly clumsy song on her piano. Having expected to have the evening to herself—Finn having said he was going to leave from his office—she's already well into her second glass of wine and has stopped caring about the way her fingers occasionally play the wrong notes. Laughing through the mistakes and singing nonsense accompaniment, the melody crashes into chaos as she hears the latch of the door.
[say]"Oh!"[/say] She all be squeaks, surprised and pink-cheeked. [say]"Hi...you're..you're home."[/say] Tobi mumbles, blinking, her wine-lubricated thoughts taking a moment to piece things into place. [say]"You're...home? Why are you home?"[/say]
[say]"Oh!"[/say] She all be squeaks, surprised and pink-cheeked. [say]"Hi...you're..you're home."[/say] Tobi mumbles, blinking, her wine-lubricated thoughts taking a moment to piece things into place. [say]"You're...home? Why are you home?"[/say]
