October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
"I was always in school, and then working, and then.." Tobi shrugs. She'd been busy and alone and had liked it that way. If not for a handsome man and what was almost a one-night stand, things would have stayed that way and Tobi wouldn't have minded. Now, the thought of losing Finn, whether as a friend, a parent, or the whatever else they skirted the line of, terrified her.
Rolling her eyes up at him, Tobi scrunched her nose defiantly. "What I am suggesting Mr Rosencrantz, is that regardless of if you need a doctor, you have one at your beck and call." Beaming without effort, Tobi nods vigorously, and is all too happy to give Finn's hand a playful tug as if she means to drag him toward the stall.
Stepping up to the counter, the merchant eyes Finn before asking Tobi if he'd like his usual. 'Nope!' She answers brightly, ordering them instead two fully-loaded salted caramel hot chocolates. Rather than Finn's neat and contained usual, what Tobi hands him is a garish cup nearly overflowing with whipped cream that has been bejewelled with chunks of sea salt. "Here." She encourages, holding the drink out that she might dive into hers. "My mouth is watering already." Whether from the prospect of her drink of the twang of salt on her tongue hardly matters. Slorping at the whipped cream with pursed lips so that she needn't tilt the drink, Tobi comes away with a mouth and nose-tip made white, which she laughingly begins to lick away.
Rolling her eyes up at him, Tobi scrunched her nose defiantly. "What I am suggesting Mr Rosencrantz, is that regardless of if you need a doctor, you have one at your beck and call." Beaming without effort, Tobi nods vigorously, and is all too happy to give Finn's hand a playful tug as if she means to drag him toward the stall.
Stepping up to the counter, the merchant eyes Finn before asking Tobi if he'd like his usual. 'Nope!' She answers brightly, ordering them instead two fully-loaded salted caramel hot chocolates. Rather than Finn's neat and contained usual, what Tobi hands him is a garish cup nearly overflowing with whipped cream that has been bejewelled with chunks of sea salt. "Here." She encourages, holding the drink out that she might dive into hers. "My mouth is watering already." Whether from the prospect of her drink of the twang of salt on her tongue hardly matters. Slorping at the whipped cream with pursed lips so that she needn't tilt the drink, Tobi comes away with a mouth and nose-tip made white, which she laughingly begins to lick away.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
