October
It's a quiet consolation
A mistake that I don't mind
A mistake that I don't mind
'Mm.' Tobi agrees with a wistful sort of huff. It sounds like the sort of thing Falke would say, and the doctor can't help but wrinkle her nose as she realizes how much her counterpart has likely rubbed off on Finn over the years. "He probably would, if he'd ever go. Not a big talker, that one." This is said with an affectionate laugh. Perhaps it's why she doesn't mind Finn's long stretches of silence. It had always been she and her mother who would carry the conversation, whilst her father sat stoically with his nose in a book, or hidden behidn a glassy stare as he imagined other worlds.
'Can't they? You've never seen mine. Maybe I have the only swimming piano in the world.' Tobi counters with a sunny smile, laughter bright enough to cause frowns from those trying to read quietly in another part of the sitting area. Unbothered entirely by this, Tobi just shakes her head, beaming at Finn. "Want to try again, or do you give up?"
'Can't they? You've never seen mine. Maybe I have the only swimming piano in the world.' Tobi counters with a sunny smile, laughter bright enough to cause frowns from those trying to read quietly in another part of the sitting area. Unbothered entirely by this, Tobi just shakes her head, beaming at Finn. "Want to try again, or do you give up?"
Maybe you'll meet me at the station
Or maybe somewhere down the line
Or maybe somewhere down the line
