memory’s so treacherous
"Would you like me to come and lend you a hand in the clinic?" It surprises Finn just as much as it will likely surprise Tobi, how he's so wiling to offer his help. "Though it might make your report a little late, I'm afraid." He'd nudge her but he has a feeling that will make her even more sore.
"Did you, though?" There's no denying the wry tone to his voice there, as the conversation swings back to her 'lighting him on fire', Finn only pausing to open the door so she might get into the clinic unscathed.
Assuming they're going to her office, that's where Finn leads them next. "I don't believe the skeleton feels the same way about me," he murmurs. "I will have to work to get a new prop for Falke, since I turned the other into bone dust."
"Did you, though?" There's no denying the wry tone to his voice there, as the conversation swings back to her 'lighting him on fire', Finn only pausing to open the door so she might get into the clinic unscathed.
Assuming they're going to her office, that's where Finn leads them next. "I don't believe the skeleton feels the same way about me," he murmurs. "I will have to work to get a new prop for Falke, since I turned the other into bone dust."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
