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Stranger Things

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@frfinn-blog
Moodboard #001 of many ;;
Finn Miller
"Well yeah, people call me space baby, or space momma all the time. Heck, that’s my instagram name. Ain’t ever heard Space Monkey, though," she teased, grinning at him. "Anytime man, anytime."
"Well I ain't shittin' ya, either." he teased back. "Your new nick name is space monkey, so embrace it." he mused. "So, what else is there to do around here?"
Rocket continued singing along to the song, bobbing her head to the beat. Once she finished, she picked up Delilah and set her on her shoulders. “You like it when momma sings, don’t ya baby?” she asked, looking up at the toddler. “Space Monkey? That’s a new one,” she said, laughing.
"I'm sure she does." he said, smiling. "Well your name is Rocket, so space makes sense. And you remind me of a monkey -- look, it made sense in my head" he laughed. "Thank you for singing with me, though."
Okay so this place isn’t half bad but I still miss my own bed sorta.
"Most of us are just grateful to be away from home. It's nice to see someone who is a little homesick."
Rocket blushed and shook her head. “Sorry, dude. Kinda hard not to sing along,” she laughed, ruffling her daughter’s hair. “We were born sick, you heard them say it. My church offers no absolutes. She tells me, ‘worship in the bedroom.’ The only heaven I’ll be sent to, is when I’m alone with you…”
Finn nodded and let her sing. Noticing quickly how raspy and old her voice sounded. The best comparison he had was Miley Cyrus, but he didn't much like her. No, Rocket's voice was much better. And paired with one of his favorite songs, nearly perfect. He looked over at her daughter who was smiling away at him. He gave her another face as he finished the song. "Nicely done, Space Monkey." he said, not having to think of the nickname too much.
Rocket drummed her hands to the beat on the bench, her daughter still sitting on her laps. “If the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouth piece. Every Sunday’s gettin’ more bleak, a fresh poison each week.”
"You can continue. I like you voice better anyway." he laughed at the way she cut him off. He continued to play as she sang. "No complaints here."
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Text: Jesus, Rocket. Just because I played piano for you, doesn’t mean you owe me anything. It wasn’t /that/ good. Text: Kidding, I’m kidding. I know that was meant for your bf.Text: But I’m not complaining.
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Text: Well, wow.Text: I’m literally speechless.Text: Am I supposed to send one back? I don’t know how this works.
Rocket rested her chin on her daughter’s head as she thought. “Take Me Toi Church by Hozier.”
"Love the song. Not sure how well this will work out, but -- " he said as he started off with a few chords as he sung, "My lover's got humor. She's a giggle at a funeral... Know's everybody's disapproval, I should have worshiped her sooner..." he continued, playing as much as the song as he could. He knew he didn't have the best voice, however, he tried his best to be someone amusing.
Send me a ☆ for my muse's reaction to receiving a nude from your muse.
"Pretty much," she shrugged. "Oh, sure," she added, scooting over to the other side of the bench.
Finn cracked his knuckles, then his neck. "Alright, any requests?" he asked, positioning he hands on the keys.
Brielle smiled over at him. He was always so positive for her and it was something she needed in her life. No one had ever really believed in her so it was nice to have someone that finally did. She wrapped her arm around his waist and rested her head against his shoulder for a minute before snapping a few more pictures. “Thank you, Finn. Really. I’m not really used to having a support system with this.” She said motioning towards her camera.
"Well people are dumb." he shrugged. He didn't know what to say. Of course he wasn't going to bring her down. He really did believe she had talent. In no time at all they reached the nearest coffee joint and he was opening the door for her for the second time today. "After you m'lady"
"Instrument wise?" she asked, looking up at him. "Nothin’. Song wise, whatever I feel like. If I know the song by heart or have the sheet music anyway," she said, shrugging. "Well, daddy is a musician as well, so it’s only fitting I suppose."
"So, you can play any song?" he asked, amused at her answer. "Sounds fitting, at least" he said. "I also play piano -- may I?" he asked, referring to taking over the instrument in front of them.
"Oh you wouldn’t? Well then, it’s a date." She said, giving him a questioning look before laughing and exiting the building. "I can’t help it. It’s like my most prized possession. Not to mention the thing I’m most passionate about. I doubt I’ll ever get a serious job though." She said before snapping a few pictures as they walked along the sidewalk.
Finn smiled. "I don't doubt you'll get plenty of jobs when you get your name out there." he said, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Until then, people are just stupid not to hire you."
"Listen to them, play them, I do it all," she responded, kissing the top of her daughter’s head as the little girl reached up and smacked the piano.
"What else do you play, then?" he asked. "Looks like your daughter here is on her way to following in your footsteps." he laughed, making a face at her.