when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
Not just one of the baths. Finn has found Sunjata's bath, apparently, and he peeks up at the governor as he arrives with bubbles pretty much everywhere, including on his head. When he smiles, it's with a heavy, dreamlike quality, and honestly, drugs aside, the hot water is doing everything to chase the monsoons out of his blood. His clothes and bag are folded neatly nearby and, if he weren't so high and comfortable, he'd have risen to his feet to make himself scarce, realising that he's encroaching in his host's personal space.
"Hey. Sorry," he mumbles instead, a hand rising out of the water to wave while he slouches deeper against the side of the bath. "Do you want to join me? The water is amazing." He means it, too, melting further amongst the bubbles and oils that fragrance the water. "Thanks again. For taking us in."
"Hey. Sorry," he mumbles instead, a hand rising out of the water to wave while he slouches deeper against the side of the bath. "Do you want to join me? The water is amazing." He means it, too, melting further amongst the bubbles and oils that fragrance the water. "Thanks again. For taking us in."
Finn?
