FINN
”Oh, I want to. I just don’t think my bruised ribs will forgive me,” Finn assures the other man with a pained sort of smile, though he’s recovering little by little as the seconds become minutes. Indeed, by the time Remi takes the sphere back and retires to the window sill he’s practically able to listen to what the Alchemist has to say, and he raises his eyebrows in unabashed interest. No, his research has not taken him quite this far just yet.
”Who is we?” he wonders idly, frowning at the strange sphere. ”And what do they do, exactly?” His researcher’s mind wants to examine the orb now (at eye level, rather than groin, preferably), wondering how this has managed to slip between his fingers for so long. Not a mistake to be made a second time, certainly.
”A shame it couldn’t have come back to you just now when you threw it,” he says. Before it hit me doesn’t need to be added, he hopes.
”Who is we?” he wonders idly, frowning at the strange sphere. ”And what do they do, exactly?” His researcher’s mind wants to examine the orb now (at eye level, rather than groin, preferably), wondering how this has managed to slip between his fingers for so long. Not a mistake to be made a second time, certainly.
”A shame it couldn’t have come back to you just now when you threw it,” he says. Before it hit me doesn’t need to be added, he hopes.
