blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Finn mumbles something content and incoherent against the pillows, and though he's probably got no chance of falling back asleep properly, he seems to have no intention of peeling back the covers and getting up either. Sighing into the touch of Tobi's fingers in his hair, his own grip tightens around her a little, as if to draw her against his chest and away from the chores they're mentioning.
"We could have double chores tomorrow," he suggests, even as his own mind rallies against it. But here and now, it almost seems like a good idea. "Mm, no. I try not to use it all that often," he says of his channelling. "It always feels very rude." Calling on spirits and gods and making them do things isn't really his thing, as a rule.
"We could have double chores tomorrow," he suggests, even as his own mind rallies against it. But here and now, it almost seems like a good idea. "Mm, no. I try not to use it all that often," he says of his channelling. "It always feels very rude." Calling on spirits and gods and making them do things isn't really his thing, as a rule.
FINN
