awareness is the enemy of sanity
Finn hums a note of thanks, and his hands come up automatically at the order, reacting to tone and single syllables before his higher functions can object. (Mostly because his higher functions have left their desks and have been drunk at the bar since some time a day and a half ago, but... y’know). The cup is placed into his waiting palms, the Spyglass nodding as his fingers feel out the strange shape of it.
”I’m going to drown in tea,” he remarks darkly, though there’s a flicker of weary amusement in his eyes as he gazes up at Remi. It’s an art form, to drink like this, but Remi’s creations are good at what they do, Finn will give him that. Regardless of teacup shape, he’s drained it in only a few moments, as if racing himself to oblivion.
Does he even think to ask how much was put in? Does he care?
Not a bit.
Setting the teacup beside himself on the bed - he knows that he won’t be going anywhere, not even to roll over - Finn bonelessly relaxes into the bed, not even trying to fumble for the blanket he’d thrown off some hours before. ”I’m glad I ran into you today,” he mumbles, but his lips are already numb and the tea is doing its job. Finn’s breath steadies and deepens, his overactive mind soothed and slowed down by narcotics, letting his eyes slip shut, his sleep-blank expression taking years off.
”I’m going to drown in tea,” he remarks darkly, though there’s a flicker of weary amusement in his eyes as he gazes up at Remi. It’s an art form, to drink like this, but Remi’s creations are good at what they do, Finn will give him that. Regardless of teacup shape, he’s drained it in only a few moments, as if racing himself to oblivion.
Does he even think to ask how much was put in? Does he care?
Not a bit.
Setting the teacup beside himself on the bed - he knows that he won’t be going anywhere, not even to roll over - Finn bonelessly relaxes into the bed, not even trying to fumble for the blanket he’d thrown off some hours before. ”I’m glad I ran into you today,” he mumbles, but his lips are already numb and the tea is doing its job. Finn’s breath steadies and deepens, his overactive mind soothed and slowed down by narcotics, letting his eyes slip shut, his sleep-blank expression taking years off.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
