🔱( klaus / finnick ):
klaus looked up at the bright sun beaming against his skin, placing his hand to shield the light against his eyes. “fuck.” klaus muttered as he patted down himself, feeling down his body a look of relief fell against his face realizing he, in fact, had his smokes. he proceeded to pull one out placing it between his lips suddenly becoming startled from the voice coming from nowhere. it took klaus a moment to realize where the voice was coming from. “hey peeping tom, tell me you have a light.”
“ PEEPING TOM ?!” finnick sighed, rolling his eyes at the nickname. PEEPING TOM? PEEPING TOM? finnick was no peeping tom, and he did actually know what that meant. “YOU’RE the one that popped out of nowhere, shouting something about stealing!” the lost stranger asked him about a light, and finnick stared down at his cigarette in disgust. he folded his arms against his chest. “do i look like i would have a light?” he first asked. “no. you know, that stuff can kill you, right? once you’re addicted, nasty habit to break.”














