[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Finnley Morrison[/color][/h1]
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Location: In his room, then in the kitchen.
Interacting With: Sunshine and whoever else is there.[/center][hr]

Finn watched as Sunshine left his room, sighing heavily once the door was shut. He just agreed to go to a party… The thought still made his mind race with all the thoughts of what could go wrong, but there was one thought which helped to level them all out. He’d get to spend the night with Sunshine, and that made almost anything okay. She promised to be his “personal protector guider person” which is what gave him the courage to go to his first party. What could go wrong with Sunshine by his side?

The nervous boy tugged lightly at his hair as he walked over to his suitcase, lifting it onto his bed and opening up, staring at its contents for a few moments. It was all pretty samey stuff. Several pairs of jeans and long-sleeved shirts and hoodies, with only two pairs of swimming shorts. Who goes on vacation to Miami with a suitcase packed like that? A boy covered in scars that he’s ashamed of, that’s who. He walked over to his door, locking it, before moving back to his suitcase. He pulled out one of his pairs of shorts and a grey button-up shirt, setting them on his bed before getting undressed. He sighed heavily again, looking down at the left side of his body, which was marred by the memory of his darkest day. The scars ran like a jagged street map up and down his left side, from his thigh up to his shoulder, and down his left arm to his elbow. It’s a miracle the doctors managed to save his limbs, let alone his life. He stared at the scars for several moments, tracing them with a finger. It was a reminder to never let himself get that bad again. 

After a few moments of reflection, he got dressed, pulling on the shorts and tieing the draw-string into a knot, and buttoning the shirt. He would probably look a little silly, wearing a button-up shirt to a beach party, but he rathered that over someone seeing his scars. Once he was dressed, he went over to his computer and put on his headset. [color=ed1c24]“Hey guys, I gotta go… I’ll be back on tomorrow.”[/color] He said into his mic, before leaving the voice chat and turning off his monitor. He took a few deep breaths as he pulled off his headset, walking over and standing by the door. [color=ed1c24]“Here goes…”[/color] He mumbled to himself before unlocking and opening the door, tentatively leaving his room, shutting the door again, and heading down the stairs. He made a beeline for the kitchen, giving a shy smile to anyone who saw him on his way there, trying hard to keep his nerves in check. When he made it to their meeting place, he looked around the room for Sunshine, moving over to her as quickly as he could without actually running. [color=ed1c24]“Hey… Uh… H-how do I look…?”[/color] He mumbled with an anxious smile.