Tobi
She could just be strange. Maybe she's even just talking about Landsharks. Honestly, it could be the flu, still. There's a very naive and un-doctorly part of you that wants to somehow believe Cian is wrong. That Finn's brain—and Amalia's by extension—isn't melting away. This isn't what it seems like.
"No that's alright. I can work with that range." You chirp, your concern remaining stowed firmly in your belly. It isn't like Amalia is in any position to read into your nuances anyway, but it's an old habit that'll you'll never break.
"One day, yes." You say, your cheeks puffing into circles as you smile. Maybe it's a morbid way of replying, but it has always brought you comfort. You try not to think about the last time you spoke to Finn, when he asked you nearly the same thing. "We're all going to die, but just think how pleased Mort will be to see us?"
"No that's alright. I can work with that range." You chirp, your concern remaining stowed firmly in your belly. It isn't like Amalia is in any position to read into your nuances anyway, but it's an old habit that'll you'll never break.
"One day, yes." You say, your cheeks puffing into circles as you smile. Maybe it's a morbid way of replying, but it has always brought you comfort. You try not to think about the last time you spoke to Finn, when he asked you nearly the same thing. "We're all going to die, but just think how pleased Mort will be to see us?"
Don't make it bad
take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
