awareness is the enemy of sanity
In some alternate universe, Finn would be able to answer - he might even be able to appreciate the joke in such a situation. Unfortunately, in this universe, the Spyglass's tongue feels thick and useless in his mouth, and he has broken out in a clammy sweat. His vision is swimming too much to even react to the other man closing the distance between them; instead, he moves like he's made of clay, easily manipulated and put into place.
And then Finn's senses do leave him; his eyes roll back and he's gone, out cold for the next few moments. In that time Remi will find clothes neatly folded on top of a trunk, though whether they fit him is another matter. He will also be able to take in the room where the Spyglass resides, if he so chooses, the chalkboard in the main apartment filled with research, a guitar collecting dust against one wall.
Then Finn comes around again as if from a deep and powerful slumber, groaning as his hand moves to his eyes. He squints around, hissing out a pained breath; his head pounds, and his mind feels as though it's filled with cotton wool.
And then Finn's senses do leave him; his eyes roll back and he's gone, out cold for the next few moments. In that time Remi will find clothes neatly folded on top of a trunk, though whether they fit him is another matter. He will also be able to take in the room where the Spyglass resides, if he so chooses, the chalkboard in the main apartment filled with research, a guitar collecting dust against one wall.
Then Finn comes around again as if from a deep and powerful slumber, groaning as his hand moves to his eyes. He squints around, hissing out a pained breath; his head pounds, and his mind feels as though it's filled with cotton wool.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
