finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
If Finn knew of his accidental faux pas against companion dragons and their (well deserved) head scritches, of course he'd rectify the situation immediately. As it stands, however, he's too busy not to swallow his own heartbeat, or worse, try to reach out to tug Tal away from the edge of the Falling. Given how open the area is, the detective is actually beginning to feel rather closed in - he blames the mist - and he's visibly relieved when the courier steps back.
"Oh," he says about the ghost whale, hoping that it stays that way and that the creature is gone by the time the fog clears. He does, at least, know of somewhere they might get a drink. "There is a tea house down at the Pacifist Plaza that is open late," he says, warming somewhat at the idea of not being up here. "If that would work?" Perhaps the other man doesn't like tea.
"Oh," he says about the ghost whale, hoping that it stays that way and that the creature is gone by the time the fog clears. He does, at least, know of somewhere they might get a drink. "There is a tea house down at the Pacifist Plaza that is open late," he says, warming somewhat at the idea of not being up here. "If that would work?" Perhaps the other man doesn't like tea.
it always feels so stark
