memory’s so treacherous
Finn gives the tongue depressor all of the bemused wariness that it deserves, but given their height difference it really just culminates with Tobi waggling a stick under his nose, half threateningly at best. "You don't know. I might have seen something," he says softly, and his tone is just the right amount of Finn that he might just be serious about it. (Let's be honest, with the Spyglass's track record, he probably did). "October," he hisses back at her, turning in time to see her tip toe up to the supply cupboard.
"Not stuffed toys, no." Shadow lurking, dream hopping alchemists? That's a close approximation. Something in the Spyglass tells Tobi to stop when she starts turning the doorknob to Falke's supply cupboard - because what will really be in there, other than stationary and files - but he doesn't listen to that something. Instead he steps forward, ready to take a peek into the cupboard. "If something jumps out at us, at least this will give you a chance to run."
"Not stuffed toys, no." Shadow lurking, dream hopping alchemists? That's a close approximation. Something in the Spyglass tells Tobi to stop when she starts turning the doorknob to Falke's supply cupboard - because what will really be in there, other than stationary and files - but he doesn't listen to that something. Instead he steps forward, ready to take a peek into the cupboard. "If something jumps out at us, at least this will give you a chance to run."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
