[ zoning out commences with finn spread eagle, watching the smoke from his joint weave together constellations from the kernels of the popcorn ceiling. he's still aware of the vibrations of his phone, eager like the prodding of a child. it's easiest to imagine daniel as the boy he once knew; that shaggy mop of hair, the bandana knotted around his neck, and the way his eyes would light up from the kindling of wild tales. the perspective was a new one for finn, having always been the little one. it was exhilarating to see parts of himself emulated, even if it wasn't always for the best...
how would things be now?
in an empty room, a smoky murmur finally answers back: ]
Just a minute, little man...
[ he sleeps on it – everything – despite falling asleep with his mind already made. the texts he finally reads are... fucking adorable. he's picturing little daniel again with those big baby cow brown eyes catching rays through the redwoods. ]
First off Who's they and what motherfucking army? Ain't nothing bout to stop this reunion from happening It's my WHITE AMERICAN RIGHT to gallivant as I see fit My dues are paid here so fuck it
no subject
how would things be now?
in an empty room, a smoky murmur finally answers back: ]
Just a minute, little man...
[ he sleeps on it – everything – despite falling asleep with his mind already made. the texts he finally reads are... fucking adorable. he's picturing little daniel again with those big baby cow brown eyes catching rays through the redwoods. ]
First off
Who's they and what motherfucking army?
Ain't nothing bout to stop this reunion from happening
It's my WHITE AMERICAN RIGHT to gallivant as I see fit
My dues are paid here so fuck it
Lil dude
This is happening