memory’s so treacherous
It's quickly becoming impossible to stay wrapped up in his own head with a ball of excitable fur waggling in front of him, and Finn absently wipes off the bottle on his pant leg (the same one Tobi is about to tug on, so at least it's a matching mess). "Yeah?" he responds to her bark, rising to his feet and stretching enough for his chest and back to give a satisfying crackle, before following her over to the cupboard. "This is not the way out," he points out to the doctor wagging her tail at his feet, opening the door and peering inside.
"Oh, I see." Finn emerges with a new ball, holding it expectantly aloft in one hand, his medicine in the other. "I think we're all set now, don't you?" he asks, promptly tossing the ball out of the door to the medical clinic, fully expecting chaos to follow (and feeling uncharacteristically lighthearted about it all, if he's honest).
"Oh, I see." Finn emerges with a new ball, holding it expectantly aloft in one hand, his medicine in the other. "I think we're all set now, don't you?" he asks, promptly tossing the ball out of the door to the medical clinic, fully expecting chaos to follow (and feeling uncharacteristically lighthearted about it all, if he's honest).
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
