i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun,
Finn swallows hard, as if unsure what to do, and he dithers between trying to do anything at all and listening to Tobi, sure that she knows what's going on. And before he has a chance to decide, it's completely over (or it is, more or less), and the Spyglass is left reeling. "False... labour?" he repeats, considerably paler now - and he wasn't looking great to begin with. "I... you mean to say that just happens at random...? How do you know when it isn't... false?"
Oh, but then Tobi is mentioning cooking and Finn isn't looking well at all, the back of his hand fluttering to his lips. "Sorry, excuse me--" He just about manages to get the words out before it's either run to the bathroom or vomit cheesy lettuce all over the kitchen floor, and Finn doesn't want that at all. Tobi might see the towel strewn across the living room on his flight to get to where he needs to be - so if she wants to check on him, of course he'll be stark naked now.
Oh, but then Tobi is mentioning cooking and Finn isn't looking well at all, the back of his hand fluttering to his lips. "Sorry, excuse me--" He just about manages to get the words out before it's either run to the bathroom or vomit cheesy lettuce all over the kitchen floor, and Finn doesn't want that at all. Tobi might see the towel strewn across the living room on his flight to get to where he needs to be - so if she wants to check on him, of course he'll be stark naked now.
tucked away in your chest
FINN
