memory’s so treacherous
It shouldn't be quite this comfortable, especially since Finn has naturally started to slouch a bit, but with the pillows supporting him and Tobi snug against his chest, he's rapidly coming around to the idea of napping in general. And in fairness, his night had not been all that restful, so it wouldn't be a terrible thing to catch a few extra hours of sleep, right?
"Fairytales are usually akin to teenage love stories," he murmurs. "I read a literary study on it once. Or perhaps it was a psychological study... I don't remember." He'd usually apologise for that, but again, see above under obscene comfort.
"Ronin and Remi seemed happy when he appeared in the dream," he agrees sleepily. "Maybe getting married again is how they show that." Peeping his eyes open, he gazes down at Tobi. "You aren't going to put that on the list, are you?"
"Fairytales are usually akin to teenage love stories," he murmurs. "I read a literary study on it once. Or perhaps it was a psychological study... I don't remember." He'd usually apologise for that, but again, see above under obscene comfort.
"Ronin and Remi seemed happy when he appeared in the dream," he agrees sleepily. "Maybe getting married again is how they show that." Peeping his eyes open, he gazes down at Tobi. "You aren't going to put that on the list, are you?"
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
