finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
For Finn's part, he's reaching the point where he's more than happy with Tobi's presence, especially in quieter times like this. They orbit each other, independent yet parallel, and the silent company is something he can absolutely appreciate. As he manages to string together a melody he's happy with, the living room seems to rustle with the sound of falling leaves for a moment, courtest of Safrin's strings.
It's as he gives his fingers a rest - and murmurs his thanks for the wine - that Tobi helps to break the silence. "Hm...? No, he didn't mention anything to me," he says, taking a sip of his drink before setting it delicately back down again. "I did not think Ever was the type to try and arrange dinner plans. Is... Is this about the spirits that steal cookies?" He winces - because of course he has had no choice but to tell Tobi the truth about why they're organising every single item in their apartment.
It's as he gives his fingers a rest - and murmurs his thanks for the wine - that Tobi helps to break the silence. "Hm...? No, he didn't mention anything to me," he says, taking a sip of his drink before setting it delicately back down again. "I did not think Ever was the type to try and arrange dinner plans. Is... Is this about the spirits that steal cookies?" He winces - because of course he has had no choice but to tell Tobi the truth about why they're organising every single item in their apartment.
it always feels so stark
