FINN
”A vet,” Finn repeats, tilting his head at the Alchemist as if wondering where he’d possibly gotten that impression. He doesn’t know whether or not to take offence at the next comment, so instead he merely glances out into the workers, wondering what’s to happen next. And weirdly, of all the things that do happen - the glares, the nods, the sudden hustle and bustle with breakfast at the end of it, there’s only one that surprises Finn.
And it’s hearing Remi say please.
”Oh - thank you,” Finn says as he’s handed the burrito lump, offering a polite nod at the man who is swallowed once more by the mist. ”You know, you were absolutely right,” he informs Remi, seeming utterly bemused by everything that’s just occurred. ”This is quite a thing to see.” And by the smell of breakfast, it’s the best place to be, too.
And it’s hearing Remi say please.
”Oh - thank you,” Finn says as he’s handed the burrito lump, offering a polite nod at the man who is swallowed once more by the mist. ”You know, you were absolutely right,” he informs Remi, seeming utterly bemused by everything that’s just occurred. ”This is quite a thing to see.” And by the smell of breakfast, it’s the best place to be, too.
