;; keep lying

                This——-UNBELIEVABLE. LITTLE. BRAT. All she wanted to do was to sit around and design something amazing but no. Of course not. Finnian Taylor had to appear with the urge to bother. BRIEF hope smashed & exasperation immediately followed at his motion ; her irritation PALPABLE through the downturning of lips and brows threatening to meet ( & she SWEARS her teeth aren’t grinding ). He had GALL and loads of it and Annabeth didn’t appreciate it as much as she may have if during a different situation—

                               “ Finnian Taylor ! I am not going to—are                                   you   being    SERIOUS    right now ?"

                          "look who decides to speak~                            see, wasn't that hard, was it?"

               he acts innocent, eyes doleful and wide but he can't hold it for long before he's                clutching his sides and cackling. 

     ( she seems genuinely confused. )

                                              why yes, i stole your wallet.

                                     of course you’re not getting it back. 

Regret will always stand beside him in more ways than one. It’s an itch he couldn’t quite reach and at the same time feels light and ticklish that you can ignore but choose not to. He was over thinking things too much.

He found himself in-step with the crowd, there seemed to be a shopping hype for whatever reason in the middle of January and he could hear his mother’s nagging voice at the back of his head, be careful of pick-pockets!

                           he pretends to be absentminded, walking without                            purpose until he bumps into someone's chest. 

                           "oh shit!" he curses, feigning embarrassment.                            "sorry dude, i didn't see you there," he puts on                            innocence, a smiling face, as he slips the stolen                            wallet into his pocket fluidly without ever breaking                            character. too easy. 

                            "hey there, youtube! it's your favorite                             vlogger, finnian. today i'm doing an                             experiment. how long do i have to be                             a little shit for someone to notice me.                             right now, i'm trying this on my good pal,                             annabeth. annabeth, say hi to the camera                             but like, nicely--smile, smiles are good." 

                            he shoves the camera in her face, grin wide                             and shit-eating because he's going to enjoy                             the hell out of this for as much as he can. 

                             he'd do it too, don't make him do it. 

if he could look stern without blushing, that  would be great. clearing his throat, and turning a more disapproving glare, jason’s voice is just a touch more high-pitched than normal.

                         "i totally won't call you out how your                           voice just went up a pitch. happens                           to the least of us. obviously i can't strip.                           i have a rep to maintain."