memory’s so treacherous
He snorts and Finn smirks, lifting his glass again to take a sip of whiskey. ”Sorry,” he murmurs, ”did I perceive notoriety for popularity?” It doesn’t surprise him to think of Sunjata as being the notorious sort. Whilst its true that the fact that he’s one of Safrin’s is disconcerting at best, Finn can’t help but make those connections based on the way he’s been woken from his rest by the fanged, smiling man.
Tipping a glass in thanks for the advice, Finn does note that it’s a little late for that - he’s already at the docks, and it’s already past dark. ”I suppose there’s no home for you, now that you’re in Caido,” he says, perhaps putting his foot in his mouth there (but he perpetually does, so... that’s not so surprising).
Tipping a glass in thanks for the advice, Finn does note that it’s a little late for that - he’s already at the docks, and it’s already past dark. ”I suppose there’s no home for you, now that you’re in Caido,” he says, perhaps putting his foot in his mouth there (but he perpetually does, so... that’s not so surprising).
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
