finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
Finn would have loved to spin that in his mind for a while, and perhaps even make a chart devoted to Tobi's percentages of lady, Doctor Hart, assistant detective, secret unicorn, sometimes-attack-dog and all the rest. Alas, here they are in the Skyport and the only thing that has him swallowing his fear of the edge of the cliffs is the prospect of following a stranger's aura.
"Bread...?" he echoes softly, blinking and glancing to her. "Tobi, we are not looking for brea-- oh. OH." He clears his throat. "It, er... I think it is quite fresh, yes. Less than eight hours old, if I had to put an estimate on it. On the uh. The bread." He's peering more intently at the ship now, but it appears to be completely unmanned and empty.
"Bread...?" he echoes softly, blinking and glancing to her. "Tobi, we are not looking for brea-- oh. OH." He clears his throat. "It, er... I think it is quite fresh, yes. Less than eight hours old, if I had to put an estimate on it. On the uh. The bread." He's peering more intently at the ship now, but it appears to be completely unmanned and empty.
it always feels so stark
