blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"That might be true, but I daresay that your mind is always active, even if the pages are blank," Finn murmurs, his fingers still tingling with the brush of warm skin against them. Tobi's mind is brilliant, in fact - at least that's the Spyglass's opinion - and only when her hands begin to drift towards his cheeks does he realise that her examination has moved beyond relieving tension. "Hm...?" Never has he given much thought to the fact that he even has dimples, let alone how they form, but Tobi's apparent interest is enough to bring them out.
"No," he says quietly, still smiling. "I didn't know that. I wasn't aware that there was a reason for them at all." He stands, far too comfortable in her little office in the early evening, and the urge to step closer is almost too much to resist. Glancing away, Finn unintentionally leans into her hands, and he tries to gather his thoughts. "Tobi, I... about this morning. I was... it was..." Huffing out a laugh that suggests frustration with himself, he forces stormy eyes back up to her face.
"I would quite like to spend more time with you. Like that, I mean..."
"No," he says quietly, still smiling. "I didn't know that. I wasn't aware that there was a reason for them at all." He stands, far too comfortable in her little office in the early evening, and the urge to step closer is almost too much to resist. Glancing away, Finn unintentionally leans into her hands, and he tries to gather his thoughts. "Tobi, I... about this morning. I was... it was..." Huffing out a laugh that suggests frustration with himself, he forces stormy eyes back up to her face.
"I would quite like to spend more time with you. Like that, I mean..."
FINN
