FINN
the spyglass
Finn needs to give up this drug induced slumber, one of these days. He can quit any time he wants, in fact. He just doesn’t want to right now, is all. And he’s not all that keen to wake up either, as October will find as she tries to rouse him from his sleep. Falke has managed to force a bit of food into the Spyglass, and IV fluids are keeping him hydrated, but he still looks fairly terrible. Cheeks flushed and in dire need of a shave, he looks like he’s just been dragged in off the streets.
With a groan, he tries to feebly shrug the doctor away, but it’s about as effective as a gentle breeze. Finn peels his eyes open, squinting up at Tobi. ”Finn isn’t home,” he whispers, closing is eyes again and trying to bury his face in the pillow. ”Go away, Tobi.” A rare thing, indeed, to catch the Spyglass grumpy.
With a groan, he tries to feebly shrug the doctor away, but it’s about as effective as a gentle breeze. Finn peels his eyes open, squinting up at Tobi. ”Finn isn’t home,” he whispers, closing is eyes again and trying to bury his face in the pillow. ”Go away, Tobi.” A rare thing, indeed, to catch the Spyglass grumpy.
