FINN
”I am shocked,” Finn says dryly, shrugging into his coat. Remi’s ire and his clearly impeccable people skills forming a hurricane combination? Who’d have thought? There’s a boyish smile creeping over his face as they head towards the door - conspiracies against green eyes and all - though he can only offer a stiff shrug at the remark about the apologies. ”That’s what makes it a heroes meeting I suppose,” he murmurs. ”You have to act... heroic.”
He shakes his head in response to Remi’s question, swiping a curl out of his eyes as they head downstairs, the Spyglass taking his time but not seeming nearly as slow as the afternoon before. Soon they’re outside under grey skies and light rain, and he turns his collar up against the downpour. ”Won’t there be mist?” he wonders, trying to consider what there would be to see on the docks. ”Lead the way.”
He shakes his head in response to Remi’s question, swiping a curl out of his eyes as they head downstairs, the Spyglass taking his time but not seeming nearly as slow as the afternoon before. Soon they’re outside under grey skies and light rain, and he turns his collar up against the downpour. ”Won’t there be mist?” he wonders, trying to consider what there would be to see on the docks. ”Lead the way.”
