blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"Unfortunately, my mind is not as sharp as it was prior to bending myself backwards over a torture wheel," Finn retorts smoothly; he might not be as sharp, but apparently loosening up and not being in so much passive pain gives the Spyglass's wit some room to flex, too. His eyes have fluttered shut again, mainly because he doesn't know how to look at Tobi now without seeing her as she was that morning, tucked beneath his arm.
"Then it's a plan," he says with a gentle smile. A date, he might have said, but that ties his tongue even further than it has been so far. "And you say that, but I have a feeling she is already planning to skewer me with a knitting needle, so the less contact I have with her, the better."
He opens his eyes again, oblivious to the places that Tobi's mind have taken her, Finn instead offering a boyish smile and a nod. "That would be helpful. Thank you," he murmurs. "Just... tell me how you want me. I mean-- for-- you know what I mean."
"Then it's a plan," he says with a gentle smile. A date, he might have said, but that ties his tongue even further than it has been so far. "And you say that, but I have a feeling she is already planning to skewer me with a knitting needle, so the less contact I have with her, the better."
He opens his eyes again, oblivious to the places that Tobi's mind have taken her, Finn instead offering a boyish smile and a nod. "That would be helpful. Thank you," he murmurs. "Just... tell me how you want me. I mean-- for-- you know what I mean."
FINN
