FINN
the spyglass
Finn has the decency to look mildly suspicious as he listens to Tobi, like he’s not sure whether or not her question is a trick one. He knows it of course, but his nose and mouth are hidden beneath the blankets. He wonders if she will fall for it if he shows her with the blanket barrier in the way, before remembering that she absolutely won’t. That’s just how she is.
With a little huff, then, the Spyglass pulls down the blanket to his chin and sighs at her. ”Ahhhhh,” he says, the timbre of his voice just as singsong as hers was, as if he’s trying to mimic her brightness and her levity. Quite why is anyone’s guess.
With a little huff, then, the Spyglass pulls down the blanket to his chin and sighs at her. ”Ahhhhh,” he says, the timbre of his voice just as singsong as hers was, as if he’s trying to mimic her brightness and her levity. Quite why is anyone’s guess.
