memory’s so treacherous
"Yes, or to be caught by the wind and carried off the edge of the city," Finn agrees with a mild nod. "And I assure you that I am strictly academic without the suspicion. Or so I have been told." He's had a lot of descriptors in his life, not all of them pleasant, but suspicious isn't one of them just yet. There's always time though, he supposes.
Nodding - yes, really - in response to her question, Finn is left awkwardly standing over her as she remains seated on the floor, not that he makes any motion to join her. That sort of thing is relegated to indoor spaces where he considers himself comfortable to the point of removing his shoes, and the Spyglass, while quiet and peaceful, does not make the list.
"I play at a bar in the Pacifist Plaza," he tells her. "It is called The Loft. I am there most evenings on the ground floor." A beat of silence, before he hastily adds, "Acoustic guitar." Because he anticipates that might be her next question.
Nodding - yes, really - in response to her question, Finn is left awkwardly standing over her as she remains seated on the floor, not that he makes any motion to join her. That sort of thing is relegated to indoor spaces where he considers himself comfortable to the point of removing his shoes, and the Spyglass, while quiet and peaceful, does not make the list.
"I play at a bar in the Pacifist Plaza," he tells her. "It is called The Loft. I am there most evenings on the ground floor." A beat of silence, before he hastily adds, "Acoustic guitar." Because he anticipates that might be her next question.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
