[center][color=ed1c24][h1]Finnley Morrison[/h1][/color]
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Location: In his room at the beach house
Interacting With: Sunshine[/center][hr]

Finn swayed slightly in his chair, nodding his head to the loud music blaring from downstairs. Although it’s not his personal taste, it’s still music, and it’s still something to focus on, other than the deafening noise in his head. He allowed himself to get lost in the repetitive, pounding beat, drumming his fingers on his thigh along with it, matching deep breathing with the rhythm. This kind of bass heavy music was good for that. He attempted to follow along with the quickly delivered, aggressive lyrics. Again not to his taste, but he can see the appeal. As he started to mumble along to the chorus of the song absently, having picked up the lyrics quickly, he felt the sudden pressure of hands on his shoulders, and a face beside his.

The anxious boy practically jumped out of his skin, jumping forward out of his chair with a frightened yelp, before turning around and being greeted by a familiar, soothing voice, and a friendly, welcome face. Sable, his ray of Sunshine, as he often referred to her as in his thoughts, and songs. He panted softly as he caught his breath from the scare, his bright red face adopting an embarrassed smile. [color=ed1c24]“Y-y-you… You s-scared the heck out of me…”[/color] He stuttered softly, his hand reaching down to anxiously fiddle with his headphone cable. He was definitely happy to see her, he just didn’t know exactly how to show that. 

Finn’s heart sank when she mentioned the party. He knew there was going to be a bonfire party that night, but he intended to stay right there, in his room, playing WoW, and maybe actually leave his room to eat something while everyone else was gone. But, it was Sunshine. He couldn’t say no to her, even if he wanted to. And she used her nickname for him. The only nickname he had that didn’t stem from teasing, but from seemingly, genuine affection. No one else ever made an effort like she did. She was one of the only people to ever make him feel heard, or wanted. He wish he knew how to express that to her, but his words always came out like gibberish. 

He groaned in protest softly, but the word mission intrigued him. [color=ed1c24]“A mission?”[/color] He mumbled curiously, looking up at her with a nervous but intrigued face. He hated the idea of leaving his room, but if it was with Sunshine, it would maybe be okay. Probably.