FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
"Oh, not at all. Merely that being an uncooperative suspect would necessitate the sort of action that might require handcuffs," Finn explains, and for a moment he's almost lost down that particular rabbit hole. "Do you know, according to a book I read regarding your rights when it comes to being suspected of a cri... you know, it does not matter." A wise move, Finn.
A very wise move, given what Tobi is up to now, and if he (un)intentionally gives her as a gentle squeeze as she rises up on her toes, so be it. Lips parting to inhale a slow breath in, they are barely a whisper away from kissing, and Finn raises his eyrbows at her. "And what is it that my suspect wants?" he inquires. "Or is it my job to figure that out, being the detective?"
A very wise move, given what Tobi is up to now, and if he (un)intentionally gives her as a gentle squeeze as she rises up on her toes, so be it. Lips parting to inhale a slow breath in, they are barely a whisper away from kissing, and Finn raises his eyrbows at her. "And what is it that my suspect wants?" he inquires. "Or is it my job to figure that out, being the detective?"
that the soul is revealed
