memory’s so treacherous
"What?" Finn asks, holding out his hands as if to show Tobi that he doesn't have anything in them. "I don't have a ball - you are the one who keeps a healthy supply of those." Were the Spyglass any sort of charismatic he might have mentioned the only balls he does have; alas, instead he turns on heel and strides back to the Very Spooky Supply cupboard.
There aren't any balls in there either, but Finn does magically produce a roll of bandages, and that will do for now. "Okay, come on then." He waggles the bandages (making sure they're tied properly so they won't unravel) and flings them as hard as he can down the corridor for Tobi to chase. A world away from the unfortunate situation with the skeletal hand, it seems as though the doctor has helped him to bounce back quite spectacularly.
There aren't any balls in there either, but Finn does magically produce a roll of bandages, and that will do for now. "Okay, come on then." He waggles the bandages (making sure they're tied properly so they won't unravel) and flings them as hard as he can down the corridor for Tobi to chase. A world away from the unfortunate situation with the skeletal hand, it seems as though the doctor has helped him to bounce back quite spectacularly.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
