i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun,
There isn't much to come up, and yet Finn's body still tries to expel nothing for a while afterwards. He's just about finished hugging the toilet bowl, shivery and clammy and sheet white, when Tobi is suddenly there and a cold cloth is being passed down to him. Flushing, he accepts the cloth and wipes at his mouth, shifting back onto his knees and releasing a fluttery sort of sigh. "Thanks," he mumbles, before risking a glance up at her - and seeing the dress.
"Are you sure that is my colour?" Perhaps it's the horrific state of him or just his natural sense of humour that makes the remark come out dry as a bone, but Finn has evidently amused himself, because he lets out a soft laugh and tries to clamber to his feet. "I would rather not ruin your dress, if it is all the same to you." She has seen him naked numerous times, enough to know that he has no qualms about showing his body, so he gestures for the bedroom as if to ask if she'd like to go first.
"Are you sure that is my colour?" Perhaps it's the horrific state of him or just his natural sense of humour that makes the remark come out dry as a bone, but Finn has evidently amused himself, because he lets out a soft laugh and tries to clamber to his feet. "I would rather not ruin your dress, if it is all the same to you." She has seen him naked numerous times, enough to know that he has no qualms about showing his body, so he gestures for the bedroom as if to ask if she'd like to go first.
tucked away in your chest
FINN
