FINN
”I’m a fan of triangles, myself,” Finn comments, as if that should have any bearing whatsoever on the ‘shape’ of their column of differences. He can feel his head clearing further, the last of the medicine wearing out of his system, leaving him refreshed and in phenomenal pain, thus rendering this burst of energy somewhat useless. He huffs out a laugh at Remi’s question, running a hand gently over the bruise along his cheek. ”For the Order. I find you fascinating,” he says.
As for how Finn’s method was going? He tilts his head carefully at the Alchemist. ”Well we aren’t at war yet,” he points out. Stormy eyes track the strange sphere he suddenly withdraws, lips parting to respond that they have done more than simply make notes, only... well. Remi’s aim is unfortunate, and the orb lands exactly where it shouldn’t, causing Finn’s breath to hitch in his throat, for knees to come up reflexively, for agony to explode in sore ribs as well as nether regions.
”I don’t know what that is but it’s a lot heavier than it looks,” he wheezes.
As for how Finn’s method was going? He tilts his head carefully at the Alchemist. ”Well we aren’t at war yet,” he points out. Stormy eyes track the strange sphere he suddenly withdraws, lips parting to respond that they have done more than simply make notes, only... well. Remi’s aim is unfortunate, and the orb lands exactly where it shouldn’t, causing Finn’s breath to hitch in his throat, for knees to come up reflexively, for agony to explode in sore ribs as well as nether regions.
”I don’t know what that is but it’s a lot heavier than it looks,” he wheezes.
