if we ever stop talking, sing me a song
"Oh?" As Finn begins to Finn, Tobi can feel the strangest mixture of adoration and annoyance begin to bubble in her stomach. She really really does love how clever Finn is and all the intellectual quirks that make him who he is, but gods she wishes she could turn down his dials every now and then. Perhaps that's why as Finn self-audits, the heat that flushes up through her belly is as emotional as it is physical.
"You tell me?" Tobi whispers. The sleeping shirt of Finn's she wore to bed has now risen up with the movement of her arms revealing off-white lace underwear that changes the tone of their tableaux from domestic good morning rituals to something else. "If your suspect is already trying to lie to you, you'd have to either get them on your side somehow or put them in a position where they couldn't lie." You know, like if they were getting the best dicking of their life, or whatever. Alternatively, there was drugging the coffee, and as close as they were just now, Tobi really had no idea where Finn's mind would go.
"You tell me?" Tobi whispers. The sleeping shirt of Finn's she wore to bed has now risen up with the movement of her arms revealing off-white lace underwear that changes the tone of their tableaux from domestic good morning rituals to something else. "If your suspect is already trying to lie to you, you'd have to either get them on your side somehow or put them in a position where they couldn't lie." You know, like if they were getting the best dicking of their life, or whatever. Alternatively, there was drugging the coffee, and as close as they were just now, Tobi really had no idea where Finn's mind would go.
October
