october
Tobi inhales deeply, twisting her face up towards his and fluttering her eyelashes hard. "But Finn, the bread." She interrupts, or would have, had he not fallen silent. Frowning, the doctor looks in the direction of Finn's gaze, narrowing her eyes to try and make out what he was seeing. "Oh..." She murmurs as her lower lip thoughtfully pops out. "Is it..a flag?" Interesting, but not bread interesting.
Turning towards him, her back to the fluttering whatever lodged in the cliff-face, Tobi again sneaks her hands into his coat pockets to draw them together. "So if it's a perfectly ordinary boat with no bread, then...?" Standing on her tippytoes, she gently presses her lips against his as a torrent of wind tugs her hair into a mini tornado and her scarf flutters around her neck. "..what do we do now, detective Rosencrantz?"
Turning towards him, her back to the fluttering whatever lodged in the cliff-face, Tobi again sneaks her hands into his coat pockets to draw them together. "So if it's a perfectly ordinary boat with no bread, then...?" Standing on her tippytoes, she gently presses her lips against his as a torrent of wind tugs her hair into a mini tornado and her scarf flutters around her neck. "..what do we do now, detective Rosencrantz?"
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
You know that I caught it
