sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
If Finn had known what had made the noise, he still wouldn't question it, not in Tobi's apartment. Luckily for them both, perhaps, only the Spyglass awakens when the bright sound of the piano bounces through the air, and even then it is slow. His eyes peel open, stormy and dazed, and his hand absently pats at Ever's back, as if picking up a rhythm he hasn't realised he'd ever stopped.
"Mm, good morning," he rumbles in a voice too thick with sleep to be anything but sleepily content. "Did you have a good shower?" The last word is eaten by a yawn, unfortunatey, Finn's free hand coming up to cover his mouth. Only when he's certain he can absolutely exist without falling back asleep does he blink back up at Tobi. "What happened?" he asks of the sea of tennis balls.
"Mm, good morning," he rumbles in a voice too thick with sleep to be anything but sleepily content. "Did you have a good shower?" The last word is eaten by a yawn, unfortunatey, Finn's free hand coming up to cover his mouth. Only when he's certain he can absolutely exist without falling back asleep does he blink back up at Tobi. "What happened?" he asks of the sea of tennis balls.
FINN
