“ dunno what it is about this time of year as far as the weather goes but i absolutely love being able to wear massive hoodies and no one judge me for it. ” bentley says, fingertips flicking at his cigarette just to take a drag with ease, holding in its contents before exhaling slow upon continuing, “ not that i really give a fuck as to what anyone says regarding my fashion choices, but hey … any excuse to cozy up is a good one to me, y’feel me ? ”
finley hasn’t really got much sense of style himself, practically gets dressed with his eyes shut in the morning, so the topic does make him think. too hard probably, considering his eyebrows draw together slightly, enough to have a little crease in the middle. “i suppose if you’re comfy then it’s not really anyone else’s business, is it? d’you not get too hot dressing like that in the summer, though? i get what you’re saying about now, it makes sense since it’s cooler out, and you’re right, it’s nice.”
it’s no baby grand – it’s not even an upright – but felix finds that his electric keyboard gets half decent acoustics in the mulberry stairwell. it rings out almost like a concert hall, sound traveling upwards and downwards and ringing in his ears until it feels like his bones are reverberating to his symphony of choice. fingers fly over the keys, coaxing out the classical melodies with gusto – like he’s an esteemed musician making thousands just to show up instead of a poor kid with memory loss who can barely help with rent. he hears a door click open somewhere above or below the fourth floor landing and he finishes out the measure with a flourish before lifting his hands from the keys at the sound of footsteps. “ sorry, sorry, ” he’s offering immediately, heart speeding up nervously at the chance he’s disturbed someone. “ i was practicing. ”
forever going somewhere, finley’s apartment door could probably be off it’s hinges purely from the amount of times a day he’s in and out. he didn’t even have a plan on where he intended to go right then and there; suddenly overcome with the need to be out somewhere doing something and quickly acting on it before his brain could catch up with his legs. he’d find something to do, he always did, but found himself caught off guard when he stepped out of the door and the stairwell was filled with the sound of someone skilled making music. he had a bit of an inclination as to who he’d find to be the cause and even if he was wrong it didn’t seem like a bad idea to stop by and kill some time. fin couldn’t help but grin when he discovered that he was in fact right and the response his presence prompted. “s’alright,” he shrugged, as if he really needed an apology at all. “you hardly sound that you need to practice, to be honest, it sounded good.”
“jesus christ, pop — no!” sunny said into her phone. “i’m — i’m not running around with weird guys. non sto correndo con nessuno, and there aren’t any boys in my apartment, i told you my roommates are girls, there’s nothin’ to worry about, pop, i’m fine… i’m gonna be late for work, i gotta go. give ma my love, alright? tell the clone i’ll call her later. i love you… yeah, yeah, i will, bye.” she sighed as she hung up, pushing her curly hair out of her face. “you think it’s bad i lied to him just to get off the phone with him?” she asked the person near her.
typically fin wouldn’t eavesdrop -- if he wanted to be part of a conversation then he was the type to just join in. however, that didn’t quite apply when someone was on the phone and his curiosity got the better of him. he was caught off guard for all of half a second when he was let on to, hesitating for a moment as he considered pretending that he hadn’t at all heard the majority of her conversation, before quickly deciding against it. “depends -- how often does he call?” he asked, as if it actually made all the difference and would form his opinion on the matter. “doesn’t actually matter, from what i picked up i don’t think he’d like it if you were honest with him.”
oooookay so. my name is lucy, i'm nineteen and i'm not going to say the damn vine no matter how much it kills me. i'm in the bst timezone and i don't actually know what this is?? gmt+1?? idk uk time. i haven't been in a roleplay in almost a year because my job sucks but i decided to make time because i really miss writing. fin is a fairly new muse for me, with me taking elements from some old muses, so bare with me whilst i figure him out. i’ll reach out to people i have established plots with in a bit but i would love to get other things going too!!
[ froy gutierrez, male, he/him, 21. ] QUARTER PAST MIDNIGHT by BASTILLE? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of FINLEY SOTO. maybe because they’re ANIMATED but also ENIGMATIC. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since FEBRUARY of 2018 in APARTMENT 106 and have 1 ROOMMATE. ( LETHAL COMBINATION & NERVOUS. )
a lil stats sheet.
the best way to describe fin would be a lot.
he's constantly running on 100%, going from one thing to the next. that sort of means he has a bunch of friends but he rarely gets to really know someone - however when he does he's the type of person who would follow someone to the end of the earth.
he comes from a small family of just him and his mum, which sort of accounts for why he needs so much attention all of the time.
his mum had quite an inheritance from her wealthy parents and then with her job of being a doctor, it meant they were actually pretty well off. well off enough for her to pick up fin's rent bill every month. he wants to keep up the illusion of being a regular college student though, so he doesn't mention it and picked up a crappy little barista job to complete the look. he doesn’t want to be known for money, it’s about the only thing he actually wants to blend in when it comes to.
fin's need to be noticed can make him quite reckless, he doesn't know when he's pushing something too far or when he needs to stop. it's got him in trouble a couple of times and while he might like to act like a big 'rough and tumble' kind of guy he's more just the tumble part. by that i mean he's clumsy. the clumsiest. the worst. if his mom wasn’t a doctor their medical bills would hit the roof.
very much a "you love who you love" type of guy but that being said relationships aren't his forte. instead, he has a lil bit of a rep for being a flirt but . he doesn't really ever put out, if you get me.
long story short, he wants everyone to love him but doesn't want to give anyone anything back.
