FINN
”Ah, a competition.” Finn smirks, nodding his understanding. Regardless of anything else, his remark seems to have cleared the storm clouds from Remi’s expression, the Spyglass turning his attention instead to the birds circling high above them. Seeming perturbed as Remi reaches up the piece of fish - then downright horrified as he uses it to snatch the Hel from the air, Finn finds himself with one of the creatures in his lap before he can so much as open his mouth to object.
”What are you doing?” he wants to know, swallowing hard as the Alchemist suddenly vaults off the side of the pier... and... walks. On the water. With the bird in his hand. And the other stretched up at Finn. ”Oh, no. No, no... it’s alright.” He’s shaking his head already, scooting back on the pier with the Hel squawking and flapping in his grip. ”I don’t...” Want to? Feel safe? Know what I’m doing? There’s a lot of contenders, honestly.
”What are you doing?” he wants to know, swallowing hard as the Alchemist suddenly vaults off the side of the pier... and... walks. On the water. With the bird in his hand. And the other stretched up at Finn. ”Oh, no. No, no... it’s alright.” He’s shaking his head already, scooting back on the pier with the Hel squawking and flapping in his grip. ”I don’t...” Want to? Feel safe? Know what I’m doing? There’s a lot of contenders, honestly.
