⠀ ⠀ 〝 step over here , ﹠ i’ll show you 𝖊xactly how feisty i am . 〞 ⠀ ⠀

blinks. oh dear, what’s he done now?

ah. what ( *hasn’t ) he done then?

well, that makes sense. he’s slowly making his way toward the door. to get more biscuits.

“ i don’t know, lucy. you certainly seem to have something against her. ” he shifts in his chair. “ you’ve only decided you ( *have ) to leave now that she’s here. ” he adds, looking over at her despite her lack of eye contact.

he’d appreciate that, actually.

“ that’s a yes, then? ” he gives a little exhale of a laugh, though it ends up sounding a little more like a scoff. “ come on now, you really, truly want to leave? because of a few .. minor hiccups on a job? ”

my biggest fear is that you'll begin to see me the way i see myself.

he barely hesitates to follow her out into the rain, giving the barista at the counter a slightly awkward apologetic smile on his way out the door. “ luce! ”

whoops

finn.⠀ i haven’t been here in so long my pinned still says 16.. i am now 18 😨

finn.⠀ actually maybe i just never updated it after i turned 17 that’s funny

i think i’m going to start drinking my tea from a measuring jug. a mug just isn’t enough.