memory’s so treacherous
Finn, naturally, gives his approval, and he sets Ever up with a step-stool that he might be able to reach the top of the bookcase to dust it. "I would usually remove the books and then replace them after dusting," he explains, "but I have realphabetised them recently, so there is no need to worry about that." Ensuring that his son is safe atop the stool, Finn withdraws and begins to remove all of the items from his desk in preparation to dust that as well.
There is very little to actually clean, in reality, given that Finn is who he is, but that doesn't mean there's a lack of fun to be had reorganising things. "Hm?" He glances up as he spots the tennis ball in Ever's hands, and despite himself, a dimpled smile flashes across his face. "That belongs to your mother," he explains. "It usually means she would like me to take a break. I must have missed that one. Pass it here, I'll keep it in the desk. Unless you'd like to play with it."
There is very little to actually clean, in reality, given that Finn is who he is, but that doesn't mean there's a lack of fun to be had reorganising things. "Hm?" He glances up as he spots the tennis ball in Ever's hands, and despite himself, a dimpled smile flashes across his face. "That belongs to your mother," he explains. "It usually means she would like me to take a break. I must have missed that one. Pass it here, I'll keep it in the desk. Unless you'd like to play with it."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
