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@askspecsthenewsie
INTRO
Mod is over 18 but there won't be any 18+ content here.
Rp group:
@ask-romeo-wink-wink
@ask-themeddalarkson
@askkdaveyjacobs
@ask-crutchiee
@finchwith-aslingshot
@askalbie
@ask-hotshot
@ask-ikey
@ask-spotconlon
@ask-lesjacobs
@ask-themikester
@ask-race-higgins
@hey--bummas
@ask-mush-meyers
@ask-jackkelly
(if I forgot someone, sorry! Let me know)
[Still in progress]
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
‘m not.
*he stands up*
*He doesn't look convinced.* Okay. Headline oughta be up soon.
a’right. *he grabs his bag and hat. his hat still looks suspiciously like Romeo’s*
*He grabs his own hat and bag, cleaning his glasses with his shirt.*
Ya ready to go?
guess so.
C'mon then.
*he walks out the door and gets his papers*
*Specs follows, gets papers too.* Lead tha way.
*he walks around, selling paper but as they keep going, he slows down and his coughing gets frequent*
Finch? Ya sure ya can sell?
yes. I’m fine.
We's goin' back.
you can go back. I ain’t goin’ back until I sell the rest of these.
You can sell 'em on the way back.
*he rolls his eyes*
seriously specs.
Ya is sick, Finch.
I’ve sold with worse
Ya is gonna get worse.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
‘m not.
*he stands up*
*He doesn't look convinced.* Okay. Headline oughta be up soon.
a’right. *he grabs his bag and hat. his hat still looks suspiciously like Romeo’s*
*He grabs his own hat and bag, cleaning his glasses with his shirt.*
Ya ready to go?
guess so.
C'mon then.
*he walks out the door and gets his papers*
*Specs follows, gets papers too.* Lead tha way.
*he walks around, selling paper but as they keep going, he slows down and his coughing gets frequent*
Finch? Ya sure ya can sell?
yes. I’m fine.
We's goin' back.
you can go back. I ain’t goin’ back until I sell the rest of these.
You can sell 'em on the way back.
*he rolls his eyes*
seriously specs.
Ya is sick, Finch.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
‘m not.
*he stands up*
*He doesn't look convinced.* Okay. Headline oughta be up soon.
a’right. *he grabs his bag and hat. his hat still looks suspiciously like Romeo’s*
*He grabs his own hat and bag, cleaning his glasses with his shirt.*
Ya ready to go?
guess so.
C'mon then.
*he walks out the door and gets his papers*
*Specs follows, gets papers too.* Lead tha way.
*he walks around, selling paper but as they keep going, he slows down and his coughing gets frequent*
Finch? Ya sure ya can sell?
yes. I’m fine.
We's goin' back.
you can go back. I ain’t goin’ back until I sell the rest of these.
You can sell 'em on the way back.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
‘m not.
*he stands up*
*He doesn't look convinced.* Okay. Headline oughta be up soon.
a’right. *he grabs his bag and hat. his hat still looks suspiciously like Romeo’s*
*He grabs his own hat and bag, cleaning his glasses with his shirt.*
Ya ready to go?
guess so.
C'mon then.
*he walks out the door and gets his papers*
*Specs follows, gets papers too.* Lead tha way.
*he walks around, selling paper but as they keep going, he slows down and his coughing gets frequent*
Finch? Ya sure ya can sell?
yes. I’m fine.
We's goin' back.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
‘m not.
*he stands up*
*He doesn't look convinced.* Okay. Headline oughta be up soon.
a’right. *he grabs his bag and hat. his hat still looks suspiciously like Romeo’s*
*He grabs his own hat and bag, cleaning his glasses with his shirt.*
Ya ready to go?
guess so.
C'mon then.
*he walks out the door and gets his papers*
*Specs follows, gets papers too.* Lead tha way.
*he walks around, selling paper but as they keep going, he slows down and his coughing gets frequent*
Finch? Ya sure ya can sell?
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
‘m not.
*he stands up*
*He doesn't look convinced.* Okay. Headline oughta be up soon.
a’right. *he grabs his bag and hat. his hat still looks suspiciously like Romeo’s*
*He grabs his own hat and bag, cleaning his glasses with his shirt.*
Ya ready to go?
guess so.
C'mon then.
*he walks out the door and gets his papers*
*Specs follows, gets papers too.* Lead tha way.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
‘m not.
*he stands up*
*He doesn't look convinced.* Okay. Headline oughta be up soon.
a’right. *he grabs his bag and hat. his hat still looks suspiciously like Romeo’s*
*He grabs his own hat and bag, cleaning his glasses with his shirt.*
Ya ready to go?
guess so.
C'mon then.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
‘m not.
*he stands up*
*He doesn't look convinced.* Okay. Headline oughta be up soon.
a’right. *he grabs his bag and hat. his hat still looks suspiciously like Romeo’s*
*He grabs his own hat and bag, cleaning his glasses with his shirt.*
Ya ready to go?
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
‘m not.
*he stands up*
*He doesn't look convinced.* Okay. Headline oughta be up soon.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Ya look sick.
I ain’t sick.
*he holds back a few coughs*
Ya look like ya is.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
I’m plenty careful. wasn’t my fault I got locked up it was my asshole of a pa’s fault.
Your sister said so.
Ya look sick.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
no I gotta sell
I know, but you gotta be careful.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
yeah. just caught somethin’ while in the refuge.
Maybe ya oughta rest.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*he coughs and stands up*
Ya alright?
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
alright.
Ya got it.
*Specs gets up from his bunk, takes one look at Finch, he has noticed him getting thinner over time, and has made the decision to ask, now that no one else can overhear.*
Hey Finch, I don't want ya to take this the wrong way, but are ya feelin' alright?
*His tone is calm, gentle, and most of his worry doesn't show.*
I know the refuge can really mess with fellas.
(( @askspecsthenewsie))
*he coughs* yeah. ‘m fine.
can you fellas quit actin’ like I’m some scared animal? ever since I came back it’s like you think I’ll run away if ya talk to loud.
((SORRY I DIDNT SEE RHIS))
Ya ain't lookin' too good. Ya is gettin' real thin. Ya look sick Finch. Real sick. What would Ro say 'bout this?
I ain't sayin' that to be rude or nothin'. I care 'bout ya.
*he suddenly sits up, his voice harsh*
Ro wouldn’t give a shit he’s off with his sister now!
What makes ya think Ro doesn't care? Ro cares.
*he looks away and slouches again* you don’t get what happened…
Ya wanna talk about it?
no not really.
Ya still gotta eat.
I’m fine specs. I’ve been makin’ plenty of money.
You're thin.
ain’t I always thin?
Ya is thinner than ya was. Ya didn't take food from the nuns yesterday.
wasn’t hungry.
Ya ain't been eatin' for days, Finch.
have you just been watchin’ me?!
*He nods.* Only 'cause I care. I ain't gonna lose ya.
I’m fine specs.
No ya ain't.
yes I am!
I care about ya. I ain't about to let ya pretend ya is okay when ya ain't.
*he grumbles and looks at his feet*
Eat somethin', yeah?
I don’t have anythin’.
I got somethin'.
*he rolls his eyes*
you eat it.
I will, but I was gonna share it with ya.
you don’t gotta do that.
I can't eat it all alone.
yeah you can I’ve seen ya eat before.
Ya gotta eat too.
fine. what’d ya get?
Got us soup.
alright. sit down we can split it.
Still warm. *He sits down.*
thanks for carin’…
Don't gotta thank me. It's what I do. We's family, an' that's important. *He gives him a bowl of soup, still warm, with some bread on the side.*
Specs how much did this cost you?
*he holds the bowl in his hands, trying to warm them up*
'Bout 20 cents. Ain't too much.
mmm…
*he nods and looks at the soup but doesn’t eat it*
*He looks patient, and eats his own soup.* It ain't gonna taste good cold, ya know.
I just don’t got an appetite. *he laughs a little*
I know, an' that's nothing I can change, and ya don't have ta eat it all, but just eat some?
you’s real set on this huh?
*he laughs a little again and starts to eat*
Ain't gonna let ya starve so yes I is.
*He's relieved, and smiles.*
*he smiles back*
thanks…
Ya'd do it for me.
yeah I would…
We's family, an' that's what we do.
*he smiles and gives him a hug*
Told ya food would help. *He hugs him.*
thanks…
Ya is gonna be fine. I know it.
*he gives him a squeeze*
you have no idea how much that means…
Ya got us all. And I ain't telling no one, okay?
I’m sure the fellas have noticed but didn’t say nothin’
If they ain't noticed, I ain't gonna tell.
thanks specs…
'Course.
You need anything else?
prolly just the company.
We can sell together if you wanna.
if you wanna.
Sure.
