she sees angels in the architecture
Grinning, Tobi rolls over Finn's side of the bed (and had he not been sitting up already, she'd likely have steamrolled right over him as well). "That's probably for the best. I think you'd hate it." She chuckles, flashing the Spyglass a knowing smile as she stands. "It's really impractical." Finn would absolutely hate it. The ergonomics were all wrong, and not to mention the mess.
"Since I have so rudely woken us up...would you like to go have breakfast with me somewhere?" Her fingers trail to the misaligned button of Finn's shirt where she begins to undo it. Initially, she means to fix it—its been bothering her since she noticed now—but if they're going out, she'll have to change anyway she supposes.
"Since I have so rudely woken us up...would you like to go have breakfast with me somewhere?" Her fingers trail to the misaligned button of Finn's shirt where she begins to undo it. Initially, she means to fix it—its been bothering her since she noticed now—but if they're going out, she'll have to change anyway she supposes.
spinning in infinity
