Tobi
Falke isn't one to wallow in pity, and certainly not one to expect others to bend to his needs. But you aren't others, and having been around the Fixer long enough, you're able to hear the subtle admissions of how he's actually doing in even the most minor things. 'Perfect. I could use some relaxation myself. My back is killing me.'
Not terribly interested in this place—it doesn't have any anatomy for you to analyze—your Mmmmm? of acknowledgement comes quite quickly. "For Tanau, I bet. Though fire for a deity of fire might be a bit on the nose...I wonder if instead it takes kindling? As a sort of..offering?" You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to recall if you'd heard anything from Finn or the other researchers. Though if you had, you've obviously not remembered much of it.
Smirking at Falke's rather roguish expression, you plant your hands on your hips and give him your best stare. "Well? Did you bring any matches?"
Not terribly interested in this place—it doesn't have any anatomy for you to analyze—your Mmmmm? of acknowledgement comes quite quickly. "For Tanau, I bet. Though fire for a deity of fire might be a bit on the nose...I wonder if instead it takes kindling? As a sort of..offering?" You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to recall if you'd heard anything from Finn or the other researchers. Though if you had, you've obviously not remembered much of it.
Smirking at Falke's rather roguish expression, you plant your hands on your hips and give him your best stare. "Well? Did you bring any matches?"
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
