Finding a friendly face becomes a quick priority, but he hadn’t expected it to go so well so fast. Extroverted body language and a vocal pitch he quickly, easily commits to memory for a larger alibi…. perfect.
He slides up next to the shorter man, hands in his pockets to keep warm (to keep that jaunty attitude). And then:
“Heya! Whatcha doin?” It’s his usual voice. English, very fake sounding American accent. Friendly! Right?
@facadist
Finn’s always been used to the biting winter cold, so it’s not uncommon for him to take up a seat with a nice hot lunch near the center of the village. It serves a purpose for people-watching, and also filling his usually-empty stomach. It’s a win-win, and usually even more of a win when someone approaches him.
But this time it’s sudden and unexpected, just as he’s taken a too-big-to-chew bite out of his sandwich.
“Eadimg,” he says, his cheeks puffed full of food like some weird hamster. He doesn’t even swallow before he keeps talking. “Y need smmf?”














