full moon fever | finn & robin (closed)
Poor Robin. Poor, poor Robin. For someone who didn't want to deal with the supernatural, she sure did make a mistake in sticking up for Finnigan Sanders in grade 5. Save for the years that she had spent out of Oxford (seriously, what did he even do with himself all those years??) and the two months he had spent away (on top of the three he spent in jail), he was rarely apart from her for very long. It was easy enough to just say that she kept his head on his shoulders and even sometimes a roof over his head (don't worry, he was working on that as well) -- but most importantly, she was one of Finn's closest (sometimes only) friends. Which perfectly explained why he was currently laying across her couch, waiting for her to get home from work. He totally had a key, aaaaand he may or may not have given her address as his own address so all of his mail could be forwarded to her place... Unfortunately, county jail wasn't too keen on letting Finn out in good graces without having someplace they could keep checking up on him. But his mail was probably the least of her concerns because he was currently lying across her couch in nothing but his boxers, a load of laundry that included his clothes that he had come over in currently in the wash, and a bowl of ice cream lying across his stomach. Which was exactly how he appeared as she walked through her door. Hie eyes turned from her television up to meet her where his eyes might have lit up a thousand gigawatts. "Hey!" he sat up, just in case she wanted to, you know, sit on her couch. "How was work? Did you eat dinner? Want some ice cream?" he offered out his bowl, a small smidgen of chocolate on his chin as he grinned cheekily up at her. She was so pretty.