he’s down on the floor, knees sliding on the wooden boards as he reaches for pencils on his bed. this whole unpacking thing is exhausting. it’s not that he had a lot of things packed, no. he just had more important things to do and stuffing boxes under bed in a hurry took a toll on him that quick. when the pencil slips and rolls further into the opening beneath the mattress instead of into his hand, finnick lets out a frustrated groan. well that’s just unfair.
his efforts to haul the colouring tool from under the bed are quickly interrupted by the footsteps. someone’s in his room, that is clear, but the sight that meets his interrogative eye takes him off guard.
❛ — uh?! ❜
@anguishedwaves
