Finn

i had a dream you died and i just want to be with you tonight (icon by specialsari, header by squidmaid)

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FINN AND DAVE

impenetrableVitality

“when bad things happen i know you want to believe they are a joke but sometimes life is scary and darkthat is why we must find the light” - bmo, adventure time

18 year old man

constantly traveling

Relationships: single last time i checkedSeeking: somebody fun and safeHobbies: reading medical journals and interning in the infirmary on the ship i live onLikes: first aid and being prepared and hanging out with friends and watching adventure time in english or spanishDislikes: being unprepared and texts answered only with kFavorite Foods: spaghetti Smoke: yesDrink: yesReligion: maybe there’s something out there

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-- impenetrableVitality [IV] began pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT] at 17:47 --

IV: hey

IV: let's talk

PT: mmmm hold on.

IV: i'm holding

PT: okaaaay.

PT: here i am.

PT: whats up.

IV: just checking on you

IV: but i have the feeling that this is probably the least effective way to do that

PT: shrug???

PT: im good.

IV: what are you doing right now

PT: i dunno. lying around? listening to music? the usual boring shit.

IV: i'm coming over

PT: fiiiine.

FINN: -there's a firm few knocks at her door within a few minutes.-

RYAN: *draaags herself out of bed to answer the door. she doesn't look very amused.* haaaay.

FINN: hey sunshine

FINN: can i come in or

RYAN: *makes a face and shuffles back in, gesturing for him to follow.* yeup.

FINN: -steps inside and looks around, taking in the state of the room- no offense or anything but

FINN: you don't look like you're feeling great

RYAN: is that your professional opinion as a doctor? *throws herself back onto the bed*

FINN: -follows to just sit next to her and shrugs- what's going on

RYAN: *plays with the edge of her pillow* why does something have to be going on?

FINN: i just know you okay

FINN: so for you to be acting like this something has to be going on

FINN: -smiles a little- i mean you haven't flirted once and it's been a few minutes so that's a big warning sign

RYAN: *scoffs* its not exactly a mystery?? our last encounter wasnt like... super great.

FINN: okay but usually it's not just

FINN: you know

FINN: one thing

RYAN: i just feel weird hanging out with you after that ok? this isnt rocket science. *grumps*

FINN: well i don't feel weird

RYAN: *looks at him* ... you dont?

FINN: no

FINN: you didn't seem like you felt weird to me before

FINN: you just kind of avoided talking about it but i don't want to do that with you this time

RYAN: *sighs, squeezing her pillow.* i dont know what to say.

FINN: i mean you don't have to know

FINN: i'm just worried about you

RYAN: *shrugs* ... theres nothing to worry about...

FINN: -he sighs-

FINN: how often are you taking them

RYAN: *grumbles* im not really keeping track.

FINN: -watches her and manages to form a question- every day

RYAN: i... guess so. yeah.

FINN: -it's hard for him to not be overbearing when it comes to this, but there's a part of him that's begging for him to take this slowly despite his feelings. despite how much he'd like to protect her from herself. it's not his place.- would you say more than once a day

RYAN: *the worst part about being asked all this is how it puts things into perspective for her too. it's easy to write off if no one else notices, if no one else cares. if everyone just thought it was all just quirkiness. and clutches the pillow tighter.* sometimes.

FINN: i know it's hard talking about it -he takes a moment before putting a gentle hand on her arm in support-

FINN: why though like

FINN: what makes you want to

RYAN: ... i... i dunno. because im bored?

RYAN: ... because being bored makes me anxious????

RYAN: because i literally just... dont know what else to do with myself??? fuck.

FINN: -he does his best to listen more than he speaks. there are so many things he wants to tell her but also so many things he know won't do any good. he settles for brevity- what do you get anxious about

RYAN: *sniffles a little and sighs in frustration over the fact she's being vulnerable like this.* i... i never stay in one place long cuz i feel like if im not doing something with my life then im wasting it you know?

RYAN: even if that something is just.

RYAN: getting into messes.

RYAN: ... but it doesnt make sense.

RYAN: i dont know how much i wanna do all that now? like what ive got here should feel... fulfilling right?

RYAN: and it does! im happy but im like.

RYAN: restless.

RYAN: i dont fucking know.

FINN: -he understands too well, even if it is an entirely different situation for him. he knows how it is to be restless, to be anxious that everything you're doing isn't enough.- so basically what the pills do for you is shut your brain up and make you feel like you're still living your life

FINN: is that what you're saying

RYAN: ... yeah... basically. *hides her face*

FINN: hey

FINN: come here -he would LIKE to help her at least put her pillow on him so she isn't alone. honestly he just wants to hug her.-

RYAN: *muffled noises into the pillow before she draws away again to sit and lean against him.*

FINN: -he puts both arms around her tightly- i know it seems like it's working right now but there are better ways of getting through this without putting your life at risk

FINN: it's not going to be easy but

FINN: there's going to come a time where the pills aren't enough and

FINN: when you keep trying and trying to silence your demons and it doesn't work you'll go farther

FINN: -he swallows- and your solutions could kill you because you end up growing numb to everything you tried before

FINN: -he probably doesn't realize how tightly he's hugging her right now-

RYAN: *it's okay, because she's squeezing him back just as tight. she's at a loss for words, and there's still a defiant part of her that wants to argue and push it all away... but she still wants to listen, too. she doesn't want to end up with regrets, or dead. all of it is overwhelming to think about, so for now she only focuses on holding him and being held.*

FINN: -he can only imagine how heavy her mind feels right now, and there's no way in hell he's going to let her do what he did to himself. he knows her methods are so much more dangerous than his. he knows all he can do right now is be there, and it's still something he's coming to terms with. it's still painful to accept that he can't intervene and fix every situation of pain a friend has. but ryan? she's much more than just any friend. deep down he knows that a part of him will probably always be in love with her--and it's just that much harder. but he'll stay here through the entire process if he has to, if it keeps her safe-

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[08:43] RYAN: *ryan's made an appointment at the infirmary today, complaining that she has some severe stomach pain. for now, she's just chilling in the waiting room.*

[08:45] FINN: -finn's a bit concerned about ryan, and that's why he didn't trade her case in for someone else. he can handle it, he tells himself repeatedly. he can do this without being an overbearing psycho. he's supposed to at least get more details on what's going on before a doctor sees her. he cautiously walks out to her in the waiting room- ryan

[08:45] FINN: -peeks to see if she's okay-

[08:48] RYAN: *she seems fine when she perks up to look at him.* oh haaay.

[08:48] RYAN: arent i lucky that i got you to check up on me? B)

[08:50] FINN: -looks around briefly before redirecting his gaze to her- depends on how you look at it

[08:50] FINN: are you okay

[08:50] FINN: what's wrong with your stomach anyway

[08:53] RYAN: ummm i dunno. *stands up, rubbing at the side of her stomach.* maybe i ate something bad... but i havent been throwing up or anything?

[08:53] RYAN: it just hurts.

[08:53] RYAN: a lot.

[08:56] FINN: -furrows his eyebrows with concern. he already has an idea in mind of what it could be, but better not freak out about it now.- follow me -he starts off back into where the exam rooms are-

[09:02] RYAN: no prob bob. *strides on after him, humming a little to herself.*

[09:08] FINN: -he does the typical preparation routine, weight, blood pressure, etc, before letting her into a room and closing the door behind them- okay so how long have you had the pain

[09:20] RYAN: *so far everything is coming up normal. she plops down on the examination table, wincing a little after she does.* umm hmm...

[09:20] RYAN: a couple days maybe?

[09:23] FINN: -takes notes on a computer- okay

[09:23] FINN: lie down for me

[09:25] RYAN: *flops on back, hair everywhere. she looks content despite it all.*

[09:26] FINN: -what a cutie. not fair. he approaches her with gloves on- can you pull your shirt up to above your stomach

[09:34] RYAN: you know it babyyy. ;o *LIFTS her shirt and reveals her tummy.*

[09:38] FINN: ryan please

[09:39] FINN: -sighs a little and just carefully starts feeling the affected area, applying slight pressure-

[09:45] RYAN: *when he starts to poke around, her reaction isn't immediate, though she does wince. maybe he just wasn't feeling the right spot? hmm.*

[09:48] FINN: -pauses for a moment- can you put your hand where the most pain is

[09:52] RYAN: ... right here??? *hovers her hand over her side again.*

[09:53] FINN: -focuses, putting his hand there and applying just a slight amount of pressure- does it hurt when i do that

[10:03] RYAN: yeeessssss? *says with a hiss.* oof.

[10:06] FINN: i want to check on your appendix so

[10:06] FINN: even though you're not displaying most of the symptoms of appendicitis i'd feel better about this if i were sure so

[10:07] FINN: you can have an ultrasound done so they can actually look at what's going on

[10:08] RYAN: mmkay. *sighs dramatically, but she accepts this.* do what you gotta do.

[10:09] FINN: if it shows up as nothing we can do a cat scan and if that shows up with nothing then

[10:09] FINN: i would personally suggest

[10:09] FINN: some ibuprofen

[10:14] RYAN: ibuprofen? *she pauses, then shrugs.* well alrighty.

[10:15] FINN: maybe tylenol too

[10:16] RYAN: yous the doctor doctor. ;)

[10:17] FINN: well not technically

[10:17] FINN: but i'm getting there

[10:17] RYAN: closer to a doctor than i am.

[10:18] FINN: -he laughs a little, shaking his head- you're pretty muc the opposite of a doctor-

[10:18] FINN: much the opposite of a doctor*

[10:21] RYAN: pffffff! whats the opposite of a doctor? a reaper? *sits up*

[10:22] FINN: it's ryan strider

[10:26] RYAN: everybody watch out... im gonna steal your souls.

[10:26] FINN: who knew you were so terrifying

[10:32] RYAN: thats how i get ya. >;)

[10:32] RYAN: anyways are we doin this or nah?

[10:33] FINN: doing the tests i mentioned

[10:35] RYAN: you tell me... ;o *she snrks. WHAT ELSE WOULD THEY BE DOING, FINN??*

[10:36] FINN: ...

[10:36] FINN: yes

[10:36] FINN: i can do them myself unless you want someone else

[10:36] FINN: like a real doctor

[10:36] FINN: i don't know

[10:40] RYAN: of course i want you.

[10:40] RYAN: *waggles brows*

[10:40] FINN: stop

[10:41] RYAN: ill stop when it stops bein so fun to mess with you.

[10:42] FINN: which

[10:42] FINN: let me guess

[10:42] FINN: is never

[10:44] RYAN: gosh!! youre so smart. no wonder youre almost a doctor.

[10:44] FINN: you're ridiculous

[10:45] FINN: anyway

[10:45] FINN: do you have to pee

[10:45] RYAN: i could go for a good whiz.

[10:46] FINN: -stares at her-

[10:47] RYAN: *stares back* :)

[10:48] FINN: you have to do your

[10:48] FINN: good whiz

[10:48] FINN: before i can do the ultrasound so

[10:49] FINN: you can do that

[10:58] RYAN: ok cool. gimme a pee cup and ill go have a great whiz.

[11:08] FINN: cups are in the bathroom

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RYAN: -she's gonna bug finn today because she hasn't in a while, nor has she had much opportunity. she figures he could use some cheering up after what happened... not that she knows much about what happened, but oh well. she's at his door, giving it a knock.-

FINN: -he figures it's probably quinne or something, but he's okay with her just walking in. the knock is a little bit confusing, but he gets up from the couch anyway, sniffling as he reaches the door. when he opens it, it's Ryan, and he somehow was not prepared for this-  FINN: oh hey

RYAN: hey buddy boy. whats shakin? RYAN: the answer is me. -wiggles past him and into his room like she owns the place.-

FINN: -sighs a little because he has no say in this. and it's not like he doesn't want her there, it's just he may be thinking he will have to provide some sort of explanation- well okay  FINN: -closes the door and heads back to his couch- what's up

RYAN: nothin im just bored as SHIT. -joins him on the couch-

FINN: i'm kind of surprised you came here to not be bored  FINN: this is pretty boring -turns away to sneeze-

RYAN: no way finn i can always rely on you for a good time.

RYAN: gesundheit.

FINN: -good thing his cheeks were already red in the first place- thanks FINN: i can't find my remote so  FINN: i can't get the tv off of hgtv

RYAN: oh my god. RYAN: but hgtv is great. really INSPIRES ME to do some diy shit around my own residence you know?? RYAN: (can you tell im being sarcastic.)

FINN: i think i know the galactic real estate market by now  FINN: it's my own personal hell

RYAN: these houses are just BEGGING for you to flip them bruh... its your calling. its a sign.

FINN: -leans back- i hate my home and garden life

RYAN: -snickers- oh well im here to pay attention to now. RYAN: just let it fade into white noise in the bg. RYAN: like helen is gonna be so jealous of my landscaping shell piss herself.

FINN: -he laughs a little at that- poor helen she didn't even know what was coming

RYAN: helens a bitch she had it coming.

FINN: the business of flipping houses is the toughest one there is

RYAN: in this house flipping world... its kill or be killed.

FINN: damn it just got more interesting

RYAN: (devil face)

RYAN: -scoots over to lean on him a little. she doesn't care if he's sick, snuggle time is now.-

FINN: -slides an arm around her- your cuddling with germs right now

RYAN: i dont care i have like a crazy healthy immune system. itll beat up your germs no problem.

FINN: yeah okay FINN: never see you in the infirmary anyway

RYAN: see... exactly...

RYAN: im STRONK.

FINN: or you just don't go

RYAN: ... RYAN: listen... RYAN: i dont APPRECIATE being called out like this.

FINN: -he grins at her reaction- knew it

RYAN: you know NOTHING. -messes with his hair-

FINN: -tries to fight her hand- my name isn't jon

RYAN: you know youre gonna get a smack if you keep wrestling me like that. -fights BACK, wiggling her fingers in his face- hehehe.

FINN: -tries to lean out of the way, squirming- its self defense okay FINN: -he smiles, though trying to move her fingers away- i am defending myself

RYAN: yeah you BETTER NOW. because. RYAN: imma. RYAN: smack you. -flaps hand at him-

FINN: -ducks and tries to mess up HER HAIR which is hard to do there is so much of it-

RYAN: AAAAAH. RYAN: no touchie. RYAN: no touch.

FINN: too late -FUCKS IT UP-

RYAN: NOOOOO. RYAN: you absolute fuck. -actually smacks him-

FINN: -freezes- OW

RYAN: yeah thats what i thought.

FINN: defeated -flops over-

RYAN: (cool face)

RYAN: i am the champion. it is me.

FINN: -sits back up- this time

RYAN: uh oh...foreshadowing...

FINN: it'll bite you in the ass when you least expect it

RYAN: :eyes:

RYAN: kinky.

FINN: -gives her a look- don't even

FINN: -still he's giggling though-

RYAN: go down town and bite that butt. RYAN: give it to ya fast and make ya say what. RYAN: chomp that ass like its full of wendys. RYAN: gourmet salad with cranberries and goat cheese.

FINN: that FINN: is disgusting

RYAN: goose bumps with the ac on. RYAN: grill that ass like genghis khan. RYAN: rule it like turkmanistan and turn them cheeks so they face the sun.

FINN: are you done yet -are u done being CUTE-

RYAN: get on in there and bite that butt cheek. RYAN: put your dentures in if you dont have front teeth. RYAN: its the healin feelin. if gravity ends ill suck ass on the CEILIN.

FINN: are you now

RYAN: ... RYAN: DONT GET MAD I JUST WANNA TOUCH IT. RYAN: WITH MY MOUTH AND I MIGHT WANNA SUCK IT. RYAN: just a lil bit... RYAN: i mean im not WEIRD.

FINN: -snickers- why are you screaming at me

RYAN: im singing? obviously?

FINN: obviously  FINN: jesus FINN: came over just to belt it out

RYAN: my voice heals all ailments obvi. so youre welcome.

FINN: you're so considerate  FINN: am i even worthy

RYAN: no. RYAN: but its okay... no one is. im just that gracious.

FINN: wow  FINN: so humble too -turns away to sneeze again- oh god

RYAN: ... SHIT. it didnt work. RYAN: sorry buddy. RYAN: i tried.

FINN: you tried and gave it all you got

RYAN: -breaks out into song again- i tried so haaaard and got so faaaaar. RYAN: but in the eeeeend. it doesnt even maaaatter.

FINN: -rests his head against her arm, tired from all that FIGHTING-  that's surprisingly soothing

RYAN: let me lull you to sleep with the soothing sounds of linkin park.

FINN: i mean  FINN: sounds good to me

RYAN: okay. here we go. RYAN: -softly, gently- everything you say to me... takes me one step closer to the edge... and im about to break... RYAN: i need a little room to breathe... and im one step closer to the edge... and im about to... RYAN: shut up when im talking to yoooou~ RYAN: shut up~ RYAN: shut uuupppp~

FINN: -his eyelids are growing heavy already, strangely enough- mmhmm

RYAN: -grins a little. she can't believe it's actually making him fall asleep... but she's fine with this. she'll keep singing.-

FINN: -yep. he's wiped enough to fall asleep against her in the most unattractive manner possible, mouth wide open cuz he can't breathe through his nose-

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QUINNE: -Whenever Finn is allowed to have visitors and no one else is in the room, Quinne quietly slips into his infirmary room, head sort of ducked and gaze mostly lowered as she approaches his bed. She doesn't give him the chance to speak first.- QUINNE: )) I'm hoping and maybe also assuming I wasn't among the byproducts of bad decision making lately (( QUINNE: )) but I care about you anyway so I'm here and also (( QUINNE: )) I (( QUINNE: )) brought you a croissant (( QUINNE: -she holds out the hand previously curled into her chest. Yep. It's a croissant.- QUINNE: )) I don't know if that's an appropriate offering in this kind of situation, but my models for appropriate behavior include my mother and carnivorous insects so (( QUINNE: )) take that for what you will (( QUINNE: )) and on that note let me know if the nurses aren't taking care of you (( QUINNE: )) so I can inject them with paralytic venom ((

FINN: -he looks over at quinne when she enters and he looks a little guilty, but forces himself to sit up nonetheless. he looks up at the croissant and then back up at her- the nurses are good FINN: thank you -takes the croissant- this is great

QUINNE: )) okay (( -she shifts on her feet, still looking almost anywhere but his face.- QUINNE: )) I guess that joke didn't exactly land ((

FINN: no it was good FINN: you're good i'm just a little out of it

QUINNE: )) no, I (( QUINNE: )) I know (( QUINNE: )) sorry ((

FINN: you don't need to be sorry  FINN: i'm glad you're here

QUINNE: -finally, she looks up to his face, half anxious.- QUINNE: )) are you going to be okay? ((

FINN: -he meets her gaze, expression softening- well yeah  FINN: don't worry this is just some kind of policy requirement  FINN: me being in here

QUINNE: )) for what? ((

FINN: a safety thing supposedly uh FINN: also to figure out what's wrong i guess

QUINNE: )) what does that mean? ((

FINN: why i went into the woods and thought i was doing something right without telling anyone

QUINNE: ... )) what were you doing? ((

FINN: i -he shakes his head- it's not something that will make sense  FINN: i was just  FINN: sitting there

QUINNE: )) that's the only part I know (( QUINNE: )) but (( QUINNE: ... QUINNE: )) why? ((

FINN: i FINN: thought everyone was safe that way

QUINNE: ... )) from you? ((

FINN: yeah

QUINNE: )) what... would make you think that? ((

FINN: -he looks a little embarrassed- it FINN: is a thing that i can't validate it in words but how it feels makes sense FINN: and i know it's wrong  FINN: can't stop myself from worrying until i do something that fixes it but FINN: it doesn't actually do that  FINN: just makes my mind shut up

QUINNE: ... )) your mind told you you had to? ((

FINN: i guess so

QUINNE: ... -she slowly sits on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall.- QUINNE: )) what's going to happen? ((

FINN: what do you mean -looks over at her-

QUINNE: )) with ((  QUINNE: )) this (( QUINNE: )) with you? ((

FINN: i think they want to do some evaluations to figure out what it was that got me here FINN: and then treat it i think

QUINNE: )) okay (( QUINNE: )) that's good (( QUINNE: ... QUINNE: )) is there (( QUINNE: )) something I can do? ((

FINN: -he shakes his head- i don't think so FINN: do you  FINN: still want to be with me

QUINNE: )) yes (( -There is no hesitation there.- QUINNE: )) I don't care (( QUINNE: )) I mean I don't (( QUINNE: )) it doesn't change anything for me ((

FINN: -he swallows, throat aching, but reaches his hand out to her-

QUINNE: -she doesn't get what he's doing at first, but then she reaches back, gently touching his fingers with hers.- QUINNE: ... )) I want you to be okay ((  QUINNE: )) whatever that means ((

FINN: thank you -he sighs- it sucks being in here

QUINNE: )) well (( QUINNE: )) you really pull off the hospital gown look ((

FINN: yeah the whole no back thing is great

QUINNE: )) I'm sure your butt is really comfortable (( QUINNE: )) if you want a cushion for it just let me know (( QUINNE: )) I'm sure I could obtain a spare butt cushion (( QUINNE: )) but actually anything else too ((

FINN: could you hang out with me for a while FINN: that's all i want right now

QUINNE: )) that's weird (( QUINNE: )) you really must be crazy (( -she's smiling a little-

FINN: a real psycho i know FINN: -he smiles a little and makes an effort to scoot over if she wants to share this tiny bed with him-

QUINNE: -there's something so relieving about seeing his smile, something that makes her realize how worried she was. The moment she starts scooting closer, she realizes she's started tearing up. She doesn't say anything for a moment, leaning her head against his shoulder.- QUINNE: )) I'm glad you're okay ((

FINN: yeah 

FINN: me too -he uses his fingers to stroke her hair- i'm sorry for not telling you anything

QUINNE: )) what do you mean? ((

FINN: about leaving

QUINNE: )) you didn't tell anyone ((

FINN: i know

QUINNE: )) so why would you tell me? (( QUINNE: )) I'm not that special (( QUINNE: )) that I'm more important than whatever is hurting you ((

FINN: but you are  FINN: you're more important than that

QUINNE: )) no, I'm not (( QUINNE: )) this happened to you, not me (( QUINNE: )) it doesn't matter how I feel about it (( QUINNE: )) I just want you to be taken care of ((

FINN: i don't want you to think that your feelings don't matter 

 FINN: because they do to me

QUINNE: )) that's not what I'm saying (( QUINNE: )) I just don't think how I feel is important right now (( QUINNE: )) and I'm okay with that (( QUINNE: )) so it's okay (( QUINNE: )) you don't have to be sorry ((

FINN: i'm not okay with that

QUINNE: )) well... you're important (( QUINNE: )) to me so ((

FINN: but you're important to me so FINN: it's important to know if and when i hurt you

QUINNE: -she lifts her head and looks up at him, slow and deliberate- QUINNE: )) I'm okay if you're okay ((

FINN: -he swallows for a moment, looking right back at her and nodding- okay FINN: i'm going to do my best

QUINNE: )) it's not about doing your best, you know (( QUINNE: )) just give yourself a chance (( QUINNE: )) I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose (( QUINNE: )) I know you're a good person (( QUINNE: )) you don't have to try to prove it (( QUINNE: )) or anything else (( QUINNE: -her head settles against him again, and she exhales a sigh.- QUINNE: )) I'm just glad you're here ((

FINN: -he moves to kiss her head and puts his arms around her- i'm glad you're here too FINN: -hugging her is probably the best sense of comfort he's had in a while-

QUINNE: -squirms and snuggles closer- )) I would have brought you a big comforting roach but I figured it might be best to wait ((

FINN: the kind you smoke would be awesome but i don't think the staff here would appreciate it -smiles toward her-

QUINNE: )) did I make the appropriate call? ((

FINN: yeah  FINN: unfortunately

QUINNE: )) not so bad judgement after all (( QUINNE: -her head tilts up, and she stares at him for a few seconds before pressing her lips to his chin.-

FINN: i missed that -sighs at that kiss like a swooning lady-

QUINNE: -pls...- QUINNE: -she just laughs a little- )) yeah, you sound really convincing ((

FINN:  i do actually

QUINNE: )) I'm sorry, do you get to make that call? ((

FINN: apparently not anymore -he manages to laugh softly-

QUINNE: )) that's right (( QUINNE: )) my city now ((

FINN: quinne city

QUINNE: )) is that catchy enough? ((

FINN: yeah FINN: i would live there

QUINNE: )) oh yeah? (( QUINNE: )) which part? ((

FINN: all over  FINN: but if your city is me FINN: but it's also you FINN: yeah the same answer

QUINNE: )) why do we keep coming back to us being each other? (( QUINNE: )) this is some incredibly strange foreshadowing ((

FINN: it's you coming back to it  FINN: i'm just carrying on the conversation

QUINNE: )) I'm blaming you for this one (( QUINNE: )) I say, while definitely not planning to set up a person sized cauldron for nefarious purposes anytime soon ((

FINN: hey  FINN: -hugs her tightly- i guess i can live with you devouring me

QUINNE: )) you guess? (( QUINNE: )) tsk (( QUINNE: )) rude ((

FINN: i gueeeeesss

QUINNE: )) I guess you're going to taste delicious ((

FINN: satisfaction guaranteed

QUINNE: )) see, you can't say that about a person, because (( QUINNE: )) that implies a slew of other things ((

FINN: or can you because all implications are true

QUINNE: )) mmmmmm (( QUINNE: )) I know ((

FINN: see exactly

QUINNE: )) please ((

FINN: please let you eat me  FINN: sure why not

QUINNE: )) see, these are the things you shouldn't say to a member of a cannibalistic race (( QUINNE: )) protip ((

FINN: but because i'm not a troll i'm safe

QUINNE: )) that's what we want you to think (( QUINNE: -she turns her head again, bestowing him with a little kiss.- QUINNE: )) tastes good ((

FINN: -kisses her right back- i haven't even had a chance to brush my teeth today

QUINNE: )) I take it back, gross ((

FINN: no you already said my bad breath tastes good

QUINNE: )) am I being forced to go on record as having complimented your nasty unwashed breath? ((

FINN: yeah basically FINN: : )

QUINNE: )) I guess it's a good thing no one else is going to know the truth about it then (( QUINNE: )) unless you happen to let other people close enough to taste your breath ((

FINN: fortunately no FINN: no one is up in my face like you

QUINNE: )) do you want me to bring you some gum? ((

FINN: can you bring me a toothbrush and toothpaste

QUINNE: )) that seems like a more useful set of things (( QUINNE: )) but then I'll have to miss your gross breath ((

FINN: it'll be back tomorrow probably  FINN: or after some garlic

QUINNE: )) great (( QUINNE: )) so here's the plan (( QUINNE: )) I'll break into your room, grab your toothbrush, steal the hair out of your hair brush, make a doll with it, do a few spells (( QUINNE: )) you get your toothbrush (( QUINNE: )) everyone's happy ((

FINN: do i ever get to brush my teeth

QUINNE: )) I mean (( QUINNE: )) eventually ((

FINN: it sounds like you destroyed my tooth brush

QUINNE: )) no, that's your job ((

FINN: is my toothbrush a doll or is my hair brush a doll

QUINNE: )) I'm using your hair with the doll (( QUINNE: )) you need to keep up with my spells or else I might get carried away ((

FINN: i can't keep up  FINN: there are no brakes with you

QUINNE: )) that's fair (( QUINNE: )) hey (( QUINNE: )) when you finish school (( QUINNE: )) you can say you're a witch doctor ((

FINN: i'll put it on my resume

QUINNE: )) cool (( QUINNE: )) that's sure to score you some points (( QUINNE: )) maybe with more cannibals ((

FINN: perfect FINN: they'll have no choice but to accept me at witch doctor university

QUINNE: )) well now your story sounds suspect (( QUINNE: )) are you going back for witch doctor grad school? ((

FINN: i guess i am now

QUINNE: )) grad school isn't something to guess about, Finn (( QUINNE: )) that's serious business ((

FINN: you're serious business

QUINNE: )) yes, I am (( QUINNE: )) but you can't go to school for me (( QUINNE: )) sorry ((

FINN: -kisses her head again- i'll live  FINN: i'll just pretend  FINN: i'll ghost write your reports

QUINNE: )) just what I always wanted (( QUINNE: )) a haunted school career ((

FINN: -he laughs again and then sighs a little, silent-

QUINNE: ... QUINNE: -She wriggles a little.- QUINNE: )) if you ever run off into the woods again (( -She says, quiet.- QUINNE: )) or anywhere (( QUINNE: )) I will go after you (( QUINNE: )) and do whatever it takes to make you come home (( QUINNE: )) because (( QUINNE: )) I'm not going to let you be alone ((

FINN: -he isn't sure why he's tearing up at this. emotions? relief? it's hard to tell. a part of him thought he would loser her in this process, but here she is, promising to never let him be by himself. he sniffs, listening to her-

QUINNE: )) do you hear me? (( -She tilts her head up a little, trying to find his gaze.- QUINNE: )) I'm not holding back (( QUINNE: )) and I'm not letting this slip away (( QUINNE: )) I'm not letting you slip away (( QUINNE: -Fuck. She's tearing up, too, because it's so hard not to. It's so hard when for so long she's wanted to be able to feel this way about anything.-

FINN: -tired, brown eyes meet her gaze and it hurts him to see her upset in any capacity- okay

QUINNE: -She watches him closely, quiet for so many painfully tender seconds.- QUINNE: )) okay (( -She finally breathes in return, reaching up and wiping under one of his eyes.-

FINN: -he allows her to do that and  leans his cheek against her hand-

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-- impenetrableVitality [IV] began pestering invincibleDetective [ID] at 22:39 --

IV: hi jack

IV: hey jack

ID: Hey.

ID: Sorry for the delay.

ID: June was making dinner.

IV: oh okay

IV: are you busy

ID: In the "family movie night" kind of way. Probably.

ID: Why.

IV: i just

IV: wanted to talk to you in person that's all

IV: can you escape to come over or something

ID: If it's that important. Yeah.

IV: i mean

IV: it's important to me

IV: i just want to talk about the party i guess

IV: since it was the last time we talked

ID: Figured.

IV: door's open whenever you want

JACK: *It takes him a little time to detach away from the family without them asking too many questions... Rory for one was particularly nosey. But hey, Jack is knocking. Guess he could try to let himself in, since Finn said so and all. The door swings open.*

FINN: -finn is at his desk, reading. not actually reading because he can't focus. he lifts his head when he hears the door open and turns to look at jack- hi

JACK: ... *He feels piqued with awkwardness and a painful awareness he wasn't very good at this. Jack comes into the room, cautious and stiff.* I'm here.

FINN: hey -he turns to look at him- you can sit if you want

FINN: like i know standing's not

FINN: the most comfortable

JACK: *takes the prompt to sit right then and there. His couch probably before... fixing him with a cautious look.* Okay... Done.

JACK: ...

JACK: You wanted to talk.

FINN: -he takes a deep breath-

FINN: i'm sorry for like

FINN: everything

FINN: that happened

FINN: for statik for the thing with simula for losing my shit

JACK: *averts his gaze* It was none of my business.

FINN: i'm just

FINN: sorry you got caught in it

FINN: and for

FINN: letting you and everybody leave

JACK: *he shrugs, reeeeally not wanting to dwell on it longer than he had to. That of course, mean none of his problems were resolved but.*

JACK: There was booze involved. Honestly kind of hard to hold your actions against you.

FINN: when you said my name after emilet left -he looks down- i couldn't say anything i

FINN: felt frozen you know

FINN: i didn't want to ignore you or

FINN: make you feel unheard

JACK: *nrrrrrrrrrrrgh, he rubs his temple*

JACK: I wasn't concered over that shit. I was just... fucking tired.

JACK: Of having to mind people's feelings all the time when they weren't going to do the same courtesy. So I snapped.

FINN: do you mean simulas when statik was

FINN: saying all of that stuff

JACK: Statik, I guess. *frowning but then shakes his head* I asked her to back off and she didn't.

FINN: yeah she

[V: doesn't back off -scratches his head nervously-

FINN: but i can't be mad about it or anything

FINN: because it's not like i don't deserve it

FINN: i hurt somebody

JACK: *He's kind of angry and has opinions about that but. Nah. Doesn't voice them. He only grunts, unhappy.*

FINN: it's just all kinds of fucked up -notices the grunting-

JACK: Well... it's over now.

FINN: yeah

JACK: Everyone's feelings are on the table now.

FINN: -he looks over at him- are you okay

JACK: *The frowns persist.* ...What do you expect me to say?

JACK: Your life is your life. I'm not going to interfere.

FINN: you just -sighs a little- seem really

FINN: unhappy

JACK: That's my general approach to most things, Finn.

FINN: not like this

FINN: it just really looks like something's on your mind

JACK: *runs his hand through his hair restlessly* I don't like... people being shitty to you. I don't like that you don't see a reason to defend yourself when you're trying to do your best with what you have.

JACK: But it's also not my place to say anything about it.

JACK: So I'm not going to.

FINN: -he sighs and gets up so he can sit next to jack- you care

FINN: and sometimes caring hurts

FINN: i can understand that

JACK: Not at the cost of your self worth. *mutters to himself*

FINN: -jack's words hit him hard and he's silent for a few moments- jack

JACK: What.

JACK: You don't think I know what it looks like? Or feels like?

FINN: no it's not that

FINN: i know you get it

FINN: that's why hearing you say that

FINN: means so much to me

FINN: some people have it easier you know

FINN: they look at you and they say just move on and forget about it and get more confident

FINN: but that doesn't do anything

JACK: *He stares down at his hands, not saying anything. Only listening.*

FINN: but i know that you feel the same way i do when i see you picking yourself apart

FINN: and it's hard

FINN: being in a position where you can't make it better

FINN: when you were going through shit i just thought to myself like how can't he see how great he actually is

FINN: you and me we just

FINN: know it's a process

FINN: and living it is a lot harder than just saying it

FINN: i really

FINN: i really appreciate you jack

FINN: i don't take this for granted

FINN: -he seems to be done for the moment, but his chest feels heavy with emotion-

JACK: I'm good. -eyes his room around, still feeling awkward and out of place. One day he'll get over himself... probably. But not likely.- I won't stay long.

FINN: ... FINN: do you want to smoke my stuff with me -worth a shot-

JACK: -The guilt was already pressing down on him as it was. All these emotional vulnerabilities too soon and too raw. Jack often thought he'd do anything for Finn but... as push was coming to shove, he knew he was just fooling himself. When it came to Finn, he always fooled himself.- JACK: ...Maybe next time.

FINN: oh FINN: yeah that's cool FINN: do you need to go now

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JINJIN: -She doesn't know what transpired, being out of it most of the party but what mattered was that Finn was feeling pain, and he was a friend so she was here. Quietly, she say rubbing his back before daring to speak- You wanna talk about it maybe?

FINN: -he sniffs and shrugs, stumbling on his words a little- maybe if i smoke first

JINJIN: -Really bro?- yeah alright -produces a joint from her boobs. It's an emergency joint. This is a much an emergency as anything. She hands it over with a lighter.-

JINJIN: have at.

FINN: -he's relieved about this and takes the blunt from her, lighting it while still leaning against her- thanks FINN: i just FINN: i fucked up a lot tonight

JINJIN: fucking up happens. we talking a larger amount than usual or?

FINN: multiple times -brings the lit joint to his mouth and takes a long drag-

JINJIN: -Yeesh wow. She twiddles her fingers nervously.- I'm reely sorry Finny.

FINN: -exhales- you don't need to be sorry FINN: i'm the one that's sorry

JINJIN: that's pretty apparent, but I'm still sorry you're having such a bad time.

FINN: thanks -his cheeks are stained with tears but he's starting to calm down a little- tonight just FINN: it's not a good night

JINJIN: -Quietly pokes his cheek-

JINJIN: it's okay to be upset about that you know.

JINJIN: shit just really sucks. i don't reely know what's going on but it's obvious you're super hurt.

FINN: well i think i FINN: hurt other people

JINJIN: hurt people hurt people sometimes.

FINN: yeah FINN: i just FINN: i was the reason so many people left tonight FINN: it's like -takes another hit, holds it, and slowly exhales- it was me

JINJIN: okay but how though? your breath ain't kickin and you're mildly cute.

FINN: -he shrugs- i don't know FINN: you tackle someone once you hurt them forever and everyone else involved FINN: you ask a girl you're hooking up with if she's dating someone else and tell them they make a cute couple and you almost fuck it all up for good FINN: you might have FINN: and by you i mean me FINN: it's all me -and another hit-

JINJIN: it's not all you finny boo boo. -She rubs his back-

JINJIN: shit just...happens...and it's fucked up. but it sounds like you really gotta get a handle on your eelings.

FINN: -he exhales smoke and watches the cloud slowly dissipate- yeah -he sniffs- FINN: it's hard not to feel responsible for all of it you know

JINJIN: Don't worry aboat it right now. Just chill out for now, gather yourself. Everything can be fixed.

FINN: -leans against her- you're still here

JINJIN: whale, Y-EAH! I can't just leave a friend sad!

FINN: -rests on her lap now- i'm sad

FINN: no me dejes

JINJIN: no hablo senor dude. -Pets his head-

FINN: i don't talk mr. dude

JINJIN: smartass.

FINN: that's what you said

JINJIN: yes it is sea pancake.

FINN: don't leave me -he mumble-

JINJIN: I'm right here. -Poor lil dude. She keeps petting his head, humming softly-

FINN: do you sing

JINJIN: mostly rap, but yeah sometimes.

FINN: i don't sing FINN: i can't

JINJIN: learn to rap then.

FINN: do you know finn isn't my real name

FINN: -he is not staying on topic at all-

JINJIN: what is it then?

FINN: my parents died by trolls

JINJIN: that's an awful long name.

FINN: i was the only one there FINN: i don't remember

JINJIN: ...oh finn...-hugs his head. Boob on head action-

FINN: -he giggles.-

JINJIN: What aboat your current parents

FINN: what about them

JINJIN: don't you love them? didn't you learn about them?

FINN: i love them but what do you mean learn about them

JINJIN: didn't you learn about your real parents from them?

FINN: no FINN: my dad said always said they were magic FINN: and they used their magic to protect me FINN: i never knew what that meant exactly FINN: but it sounded nice

JINJIN: that's...actually really cute.

FINN: yeah FINN: i got lucky with them

JINJIN: they did their best and they love you a lot, and they want you to be loved.

FINN: they are so good FINN: really good jinjin

FINN: so are you.

FINN: mmmm no

FINN: -he giggles again-

JINJIN: -What a sad sweet little boy...-

JINJIN: come on seaweedie. let's get you back home.

FINN: -his voice muffles against her- gotta go to quinne's

JINJIN: nope not right now. you gotta go to bed. go to quinnebin in the morning. -Starts trying to help him up-

FINN: -he is making it really difficult- i'm going to date her

JINJIN: are you reely now? -Hups this boy up-

FINN: she's waiting for me wow we are moving FINN: i have to get to her i will sleep as soon as i get there

JINJIN: she'd rather you get some rest probably.

JINJIN: chill out dude there's a lot of tomorrow.

FINN: no i promised our entire relationship depends on this FINN: i made her feel awful and she's waiting for me and she will be too sad

JINJIN: what?

JINJIN: -Starts dragging this kid to the ship. He's...emotionally exhausting-

FINN: i will sleep there

JINJIN: sleep in your room. see her tomorrow and don't smother her.

FINN: no she told me to come -a little grumpily- and if i don't she will think i don't care

JINJIN: -grumbles- okay whatever dude, this is all y'all.

FINN: -he chills out- you're strong FINN: you ever FINN: carry a building

JINJIN: nope, not yet.

FINN: what if i told you i'm a building FINN: a buildfinn FINN: buildiego

JINJIN: sorry champ, you're still just a sad boy.

FINN: sadiego

FINN: -gasps- san diego

JINJIN: you cracked the code.

FINN: why am i flying upside down

JINJIN: becraws it's cool. -drags him to his room-

FINN: wrong way

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