finnoikos:
“— SEAT’S TAKEN,” fingers curl into the palms of his hands to create fists, pale brown orbs never moving from the screen in front of him. it was always so peculiar visualizing F I N N as the creator behind the cheerful animations that he came up with — perhaps it could be taken as a sign of weakness. an exasperated breath escapes his mouth and he reluctantly shifts his gaze to them, an unwavering stare locked across his features.
the abrupt statement has her falter in movement, slender fingers outstretched towards the wooden back of the chair, hovering. she glances then, narrowing her eyes at his indifference. “mhm. yes, by me.” mutters aphrodite, a small, challenging grin curving across the corner of her mouth as she sits down anyways. she meets his gaze defiantly.
