FINN
”Drowning in it,” Finn says pointedly, before taking another bite of breakfast, his eyes on the churning waves. He’d told Remi previously, about not doing well under the water. The ocean had a lot of water to slip under, and therein lay his problem. Swinging a leg absently and listening to the other man, Finn scoffs and clears his throat. ”Well they say practice makes perfect,” he remarks, as if to say he couldn’t fault Remi and Ronin for trying.
Unaware of the conclusions the Alchemist is drawing about him from every slip of imagined information, Finn merely leans back on one hand (carefully, so as not to aggravate the bruises). ”I suppose it’s a good thing, then. That I only have them in this other life,” he murmurs, glancing sidelong at the other man. ”Yours sounds pretty nice, though. Houseboat, early morning work. Bit different to governor.”
Unaware of the conclusions the Alchemist is drawing about him from every slip of imagined information, Finn merely leans back on one hand (carefully, so as not to aggravate the bruises). ”I suppose it’s a good thing, then. That I only have them in this other life,” he murmurs, glancing sidelong at the other man. ”Yours sounds pretty nice, though. Houseboat, early morning work. Bit different to governor.”
