FINN
”I like animals just fine,” Finn informs him, a crookedly amused smile making its way across his face at this sudden flair of creativity. He tilts his head, acknowledging Remi’s embellishments to his imaginary life, wondering what it would be like to have it in earnest. ”I think I’d quite like to live here,” he says of Torchline. ”Granted, I have only seen the rainy season. I’d likely reconsider come LongHeat.” If it wasn’t obvious already, Finn’s pale complexion did not make him a frequent visitor of sunny shores.
Shaking his head to indicate that no, he wasn’t too cold, he glanced to where Remi had suggested and began to make his way over to the pier. ”What of you, then? In your dock worker life? I see you with... a cabin, maybe. Back along the shore. Or a houseboat, perhaps. No, definitely a houseboat.”
Shaking his head to indicate that no, he wasn’t too cold, he glanced to where Remi had suggested and began to make his way over to the pier. ”What of you, then? In your dock worker life? I see you with... a cabin, maybe. Back along the shore. Or a houseboat, perhaps. No, definitely a houseboat.”
