Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow's wall
You listen to all of this and though it might be the fever talking, you think Finn would say there was some truth to it even on a good day. "Well for now at least, why don't we replace it with other sounds? Shifting rocks sound quite boring to me." You clear your throat, and though you're a much better pianist than you are singer, your voice is decent enough. It's nothing to write home about—nothing sultry, nothing that instantly inspires nostalgia—but it's in tune and sweet, if not a bit lacklustre. "Hey where did we go? Days when the rains came. Down in the hollow, playin' a new game." It's an old song, but your voice makes it bouncy and playful as you continue to wipe Apopo from Finn's brow.
Rather than being wounded by Finn's comment, you just shake your head. "I never asked you to be my friend, now did I?" You chirp back. "Just that I would be yours, so there's nothing to apologize for." And it's true. One-way friendships are just fine with you. You live to nurture and care. If someone ever tried to reciprocate, you'd probably go a bit mad.
'You ready to come out, or do you want to splash around a bit more?" You ask, already reaching for a dry towel.
Tobi is singing this version of Brown Eyed Girl.
Rather than being wounded by Finn's comment, you just shake your head. "I never asked you to be my friend, now did I?" You chirp back. "Just that I would be yours, so there's nothing to apologize for." And it's true. One-way friendships are just fine with you. You live to nurture and care. If someone ever tried to reciprocate, you'd probably go a bit mad.
'You ready to come out, or do you want to splash around a bit more?" You ask, already reaching for a dry towel.
Tobi is singing this version of Brown Eyed Girl.
October
