October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
“I am a doctor Finn.” Or..she had been, at least. “I always have other ideas.” Ever glances up with an expression that’s drastically more horrified than Finn’s, and yet the pair look nearly identical. Rolling her eyes at them both Tobi nods to their server to confirm that yes, she really does want the things she has ordered despite the responses from the men at her table.
Nodding with his lower lip out, Ever draws a sad face next to the temperature reading, which is about all the complaining the boy will do. As their food is brought out, the boy leans forward with a skeptical curl to his lip. “Why…are they called fingers if they have just come from a bird.” Ever wants to know, resisting the urge to poke at one with his pencil as he looks between Tobi and Finn.
Reaching for one, Tobi waggles it at her son and then her…er, Finn. “Because when you do this it looks like a finger. Now hush and eat your poultry phalanges.” So saying she takes a large bite out of “finger”, revealing steaming white meat within. “It really is very good.” But there is also the grilled cheese if the pair need something more basic for their delicate stomachs and sensibilities.
Nodding with his lower lip out, Ever draws a sad face next to the temperature reading, which is about all the complaining the boy will do. As their food is brought out, the boy leans forward with a skeptical curl to his lip. “Why…are they called fingers if they have just come from a bird.” Ever wants to know, resisting the urge to poke at one with his pencil as he looks between Tobi and Finn.
Reaching for one, Tobi waggles it at her son and then her…er, Finn. “Because when you do this it looks like a finger. Now hush and eat your poultry phalanges.” So saying she takes a large bite out of “finger”, revealing steaming white meat within. “It really is very good.” But there is also the grilled cheese if the pair need something more basic for their delicate stomachs and sensibilities.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
