awareness is the enemy of sanity
Finn gives her the look over another sip of his wine, though it's not clear whether he's giving her the Finn Rosencrantz edition of absolutely not or just watch me. Likely the former, given how he doesn't move from his spot against the couch, but then again he might just be ensuring he gets a few more bits of cracker and fruit before Tobi's appetite steals it all.
There wasn't anything either of them could do about it, but that doesn't stop Finn from feeling terrible, and he wiggles his toes as if that might somehow persuade the feeling to pass. It's definitely the sort of conversation they ought to be having, even if not right now, but Tobi (bless her heart) opts for teleportation instead. Finishing his wine, Finn considers it. "You wouldn't wish to be invisible, like a peryton?" he asks, setting down the empty glass.
"And if you were a dragon, what type do you imagine you'd be?"
There wasn't anything either of them could do about it, but that doesn't stop Finn from feeling terrible, and he wiggles his toes as if that might somehow persuade the feeling to pass. It's definitely the sort of conversation they ought to be having, even if not right now, but Tobi (bless her heart) opts for teleportation instead. Finishing his wine, Finn considers it. "You wouldn't wish to be invisible, like a peryton?" he asks, setting down the empty glass.
"And if you were a dragon, what type do you imagine you'd be?"
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
