blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Finn has just graduated from prodding at his leftover sandwich to trying to take a sip of water - a sip he nearly chokes on as Tobi ploughs ahead. "What?" he blurts before he can help himself, straightening up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. What she says is understandable and recommended, even, but that doesn't change the fact that Finn absolutely hasn't expected to be sharing his space with two pre-teens any time soon.
"I mean," he says slowly, "it isn't just up to us, is it? I imagine we would have to meet with Ronin and with Remi. And we would need to ask Everest and Mateo what they think. Ever might not want it, and Mateo might be happy where he is." They're excuses and he knows it, but he can't help it as they spill out of his mouth.
"I mean," he says slowly, "it isn't just up to us, is it? I imagine we would have to meet with Ronin and with Remi. And we would need to ask Everest and Mateo what they think. Ever might not want it, and Mateo might be happy where he is." They're excuses and he knows it, but he can't help it as they spill out of his mouth.
FINN
