october
Not wanting to lie to her colleagues, Tobi offers them a too-wide smile, as she walks as fast as she's able toward the doors which will lead them toward her own apartments. Gods she's glad she lives on this floor. 'Oh, well...' Biting at the inside of her cheek in thoughtful consideration, she weighs both wanting the delicious things she's dreamed up, with wanting Finn to stay. But..."I'm sure I can just whip something up. Sorry Finn, I didn't mean to—" To turn a polite offer of making soup into an extravagant and elaborate ordeal?
Her cheeks flush as she eyes the plush red carpeting that leads the way toward her door. "If anything, you're the one who is going to need food and things. We should probably...have some ready, for when you're able to eat." Because soon Finn was going to be a shuddering and shivering mess of a man. But in-between bouts of unconsciousness, he was going to need to eat.
Her cheeks flush as she eyes the plush red carpeting that leads the way toward her door. "If anything, you're the one who is going to need food and things. We should probably...have some ready, for when you're able to eat." Because soon Finn was going to be a shuddering and shivering mess of a man. But in-between bouts of unconsciousness, he was going to need to eat.
