FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
Finn doesn’t quite know how to answer that, the beginning of an reply starting to form on his lips before he hesitates. He isn’t sure why - perhaps it’s because he rarely finds himself around the sort of people who want to know about him, or maybe he’s just used to being alone. Either way, he’s already embarrassed himself in front of Amalia, so there’s little sense in stopping here. ”Music,” he offers. ”I hope the recipients of your apologies forgive you.” A faint smile, then he’s glancing back at the shirt.
To hear her remark on his appearance, on what he would look good in brings a flush of colour chasing up his cheeks, Finn lowering the shirt and folding it with the intention of getting it. ”Thank you,” he says, ”I’ll... I’ll keep that in mind.” He watches as she raises the scarf, as she excuses away their interaction on the beach, and he nods at the garment.
”If you’d prefer I could get you a replacement instead,” he offers.
To hear her remark on his appearance, on what he would look good in brings a flush of colour chasing up his cheeks, Finn lowering the shirt and folding it with the intention of getting it. ”Thank you,” he says, ”I’ll... I’ll keep that in mind.” He watches as she raises the scarf, as she excuses away their interaction on the beach, and he nods at the garment.
”If you’d prefer I could get you a replacement instead,” he offers.
I’ll find my own way down
