she sees angels in the architecture
Finn looks over her shoulder, and whether it's one of those moments where time slows down or whether it really has stretched out, but the hairs on the back of Tobi's neck begin to stand up. Looking over sharply, a breath held in the back of her throat, Tobi searches the darkness of the hallway. There's nothing there, right? "Did..you see..some..thin—Finn!" Realizing far too late that he's just being a shit, Tobi menacingly holds up a tongue depresser. To do what, she doesn't know, but waggling it in his face seems like a good start.
"Or, there's just no stuffed toys that approximate your demons." Tobi chirps; it's probably a bit too close to the truth, but it isn't as though Tobi can just perpetually pretend as if she doesn't know all the things she does about Finn. She does know them, and wants to be around him anyway.
'Well, you have to, seeing as that's the only way back up to your rooms." Tobi points out. But instead of leading them back, she takes a step toward the closed door, her toe pointed, and her step as graceful as any dancer. "Or..." Placing her hand on the knob, Tobi shoots Finn a mischievous grin, as she dramatically and slowly turns the doorknob.
"Or, there's just no stuffed toys that approximate your demons." Tobi chirps; it's probably a bit too close to the truth, but it isn't as though Tobi can just perpetually pretend as if she doesn't know all the things she does about Finn. She does know them, and wants to be around him anyway.
'Well, you have to, seeing as that's the only way back up to your rooms." Tobi points out. But instead of leading them back, she takes a step toward the closed door, her toe pointed, and her step as graceful as any dancer. "Or..." Placing her hand on the knob, Tobi shoots Finn a mischievous grin, as she dramatically and slowly turns the doorknob.
spinning in infinity
