FINN
and into the forest i go,
He's almost a lost cause; the pull of restful sleep in this cosy little section of Tobi's couch is almost too much to resist, and it's only the thump of an excitable tail against the side of it that has Finn's eyes flickering back open. A smile makes its way across his face, one too dozy to be anything other than genuine, and his fingers move to scritch behind Tobi's ear. It's not her back, but he doesn't have the ability to know that's where she wants scritching.
Finally, the hand not occupied with giving fuss reaches up to rub at his eyes, the Spyglass blinking a bit more intentionally as he glances around. And down. "Oh," he says, utterly nonplussed by this turn of events. "Good morning, Tobi. Did I...?" He glances around again, properly this time, and the smile only grows. "Gods. Thank you." The words are sighed out, Finn's head flopping back into the cushions. There isn't really a way to tell her, in truth, how much it means to get that rest.
Finally, the hand not occupied with giving fuss reaches up to rub at his eyes, the Spyglass blinking a bit more intentionally as he glances around. And down. "Oh," he says, utterly nonplussed by this turn of events. "Good morning, Tobi. Did I...?" He glances around again, properly this time, and the smile only grows. "Gods. Thank you." The words are sighed out, Finn's head flopping back into the cushions. There isn't really a way to tell her, in truth, how much it means to get that rest.
to lose my mind and find my soul
