October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Giggling like a schoolgirl kissed against her locker or nearly lifted onto her desk, Tobi forgets momentarily where they are as she hums a sigh of pure bliss. But, as she's brought back down, her smile doesn't diminish as Finn focuses on reality. If anything, it grows.
Allowing the distance but keeping her fingers tight around his, the doctor tilts her head to the side and raises a brow. "About the city? Okay." Glancing over her shoulder and narrowing her eyes at the rows upon rows of books, she turns back to him. "Anything in particular? I mean...how should we organize it all I guess is what I'm asking." Books on bridges could count as architecture or pageantry if this is purely to be informative, but it could also be organized as strategic or defensive depending on what Finn had in mind. Gods it would all be easier if he was an attuned, Tobi thinks not for the first time.
Allowing the distance but keeping her fingers tight around his, the doctor tilts her head to the side and raises a brow. "About the city? Okay." Glancing over her shoulder and narrowing her eyes at the rows upon rows of books, she turns back to him. "Anything in particular? I mean...how should we organize it all I guess is what I'm asking." Books on bridges could count as architecture or pageantry if this is purely to be informative, but it could also be organized as strategic or defensive depending on what Finn had in mind. Gods it would all be easier if he was an attuned, Tobi thinks not for the first time.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
