FINN
and into the forest i go,
Unaware of the competition that he's somehow started, but feeling more comfortable to continue drinking given the pleasant warmth beginning to spread in his chest and the way his fingers are tingling, Finn scrunches his nose a bit regarding the risks and the rewards, but of course he can't really say much, given that he's received gifts from the gods himself. "I asked for guitar strings and a paperweight," he remarks with a small smile into the drink.
"Though if you put it like that, perhaps I ought to have asked for something more." Still, the paperweight had been very critically important nice, and a fundamental necessity for his mental health at the time. "Are you delivering anywhere else tonight?" he asks.
"Though if you put it like that, perhaps I ought to have asked for something more." Still, the paperweight had been very critically important nice, and a fundamental necessity for his mental health at the time. "Are you delivering anywhere else tonight?" he asks.
to lose my mind and find my soul
