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[OOM: The day after the Black Pearl is taken, Finn finds out (and Paul handles damage control). Millitimed to about three weeks ago]
Finn’s not been around the bar since Henry left, not really. He’s been down a time or two to check on the boat they were working on (he covered it up with a tarp after he finished talking to the Twiceborn) and occasionally he stops to see if Hannah or anyone else he knows that Henry would want him to look out for are in the bar.
The one time Finn left he did come back, just to find the person he loved the most in the world was dead. He doesn’t want Henry to go through the same (if he does come back, which-Finn’s mind shies away from the thought because whatever he promised the Twiceborn they never, ever do).
But today he’d considered his already partially fully sketchbook and a pencil he’d gotten from the bar (he’s been coloring them in later, occasionally, but he’s not very fond of the waxy nature of the crayons Hannah gave him. The sketchbook is more than appreciated, though.) and is now sitting at a booth away from the majority of the noise. He’s somewhat confused by the gender swapping but-well, he’s honestly seen stranger things.
And he’s busy trying to sketch something from memory.
Finn’s not been around the bar since Henry left, not really. He’s been down a time or two to check on the boat they were working on (he covered it up with a tarp after he finished talking to the Twiceborn) and occasionally he stops to see if Hannah or anyone else he knows that Henry would want him to look out for are in the bar.
The one time Finn left he did come back, just to find the person he loved the most in the world was dead. He doesn’t want Henry to go through the same (if he does come back, which-Finn’s mind shies away from the thought because whatever he promised the Twiceborn they never, ever do).
But today he’d considered his already partially fully sketchbook and a pencil he’d gotten from the bar (he’s been coloring them in later, occasionally, but he’s not very fond of the waxy nature of the crayons Hannah gave him. The sketchbook is more than appreciated, though.) and is now sitting at a booth away from the majority of the noise. He’s somewhat confused by the gender swapping but-well, he’s honestly seen stranger things.
And he’s busy trying to sketch something from memory.