FINN
and into the forest i go,
Having been focused on the pleasant heat in his fingers from playing, and the icy burn in the back of his throat from the whiskey, to say that Finn is startled by the sound of a voice beside him is an understatement. He almost inhales the alcohol he's been savouring, managing not to blatantly choke, but having to clear his throat a few times before raising his glass in return. "Good evening," he murmurs, his voice rough.
A fancy librarian, though? Finn blinks at the courier, as if he doesn't understand how his former role as a researcher relates to the archiving and organisation of reading materials. And then he blinks some more, because he's trying to understand how he might follow himself on stage. "Oh," he says suddenly, aware that he has been silent for some time now. "Oh, I... that was... I am just taking a break." Lame? Doesn't make that much sense? Hello, it's Finn Rosencrantz at your service.
A fancy librarian, though? Finn blinks at the courier, as if he doesn't understand how his former role as a researcher relates to the archiving and organisation of reading materials. And then he blinks some more, because he's trying to understand how he might follow himself on stage. "Oh," he says suddenly, aware that he has been silent for some time now. "Oh, I... that was... I am just taking a break." Lame? Doesn't make that much sense? Hello, it's Finn Rosencrantz at your service.
to lose my mind and find my soul
