don't you want to hear about my day?

STARTER CALL because i’m not feeling drafts and i need to write + always in a starter-making mood tbh

.... anyway

i say weird mostly because i don’t understand his humor/personality like his twitter is literally just c&p’ing other people’s twitter bios and he does art shows that are battered/painted tape from the warner bros lot like he honest to god feels like an enigma to me i doubt he’s even real and also this picture bothers me like why does he have the body of a 53 year old man??? ?

     " ----- woah. find your own uber, dude. a person like me has places to be. ” with a tight grip on the backseat door, finn raised a challenging eyebrow. he didn’t plan on backing down just yet. treating the other like they were an ANIMAL, he whistled at them ( accompanied with a head nod in the opposite direction ) --- a gesture for them to vamoose. “ beat it. ”

                                               ---- or at least until octavia got to the punch line.

     the make-shift throwing knives were impressive; much more so than the spears, finn thought. they almost looked like the kind of weapons that finn saw in textbooks-- almost. with his knowledge with welding steel, finn couldn’t stop himself by making his own modifications to one of the knives that a member of camp had made. of course, with his work in hand, it had zero purpose without being to show it off. bellamy had seemed to have create a clique that spent time throwing weapons at a tree, practicing for something. finn approached them, his knife behind his back, and pulled-too-tight grin on his face as he watched the other men. “ wow, nice try, ” he commented, eyes glancing at the bark of the tree that was starting to lose pieces, “ too bad that thing, right there, is a piece of shit. you won’t be able to hunt anything with that. ”

     “ great, ” finn sighed out dramatically as he crouched down next to where murphy was, head flicking so that he could move his hair out of his face without using his hands, “ i was hoping that crash-landing here meant i didn’t have to see YOUR ugly mug anymore. ” despite his words, the smirk that’s on finn’s face showcase that there’s nothing but a teasing undertone to what he’s saying. absentmindedly, his fingers pick at a batch of loose pebbles, allowing the unfamiliar mass to run pass his fingers before eventually dropping it them as a whole. he stood back up, more straight, as he wiped his hands against the side of his jacket. “ what’re you up to? usually it’s nothing good, and i want in. ”

     no one was talking, and all that finn could do in the moment - as the tension continued to rise between grounders and sky people - was look between all the faces that were in that room, looking to see who would be the first to break the silence. he kept shifting in his seat, feeling awkward no matter what position he decided on. finn eventually sighed out, feeling himself going MAD with the brief sound of utensils clacking against bowls, accompanying the occasional slurp and drip. “ so, ” the delinquent called out, looking over to the grounder who sat closest to him. “ ----- how do you say ‘this food is good’ in your language? ”

     “ sure, ” he replied, stepping closer as he reached into his back pocket and handed her his pack. by then, and one more pull later, he was practically done with his own and was dropping it at the gravel that he stood upon, reaching for a different pocket after he handed her his pack. “ need a light? ” a zippo lighter was exposed just as finn asked, assuming that she would need it. he stood a bit closer as he lit up a flame, shielding it from any breeze as he held it out for her, ready whenever she was. he looked down, watching the toe of his boot crush the finished cigarette that he was pulling on moments before, eyes glancing back at the other to watch her expression. “ haven’t seen your face in a while, ” finn was speaking up, expressing his inner thoughts out loud.

     “ hands OFF that incriminating beetle of yours and come over here, brooke davis. ” with his arms still crossed over his chest, finn used a finger to beckon at the girl, encouraging her to cross the parking lane and join where he stood, leaning against his own car. after dropping his hand, finn’s figure stood a bit straighter, as a knowing look came across his face. “ you’re going to spend the day with your favorite pal. so, hop in. time’s a wasting. ”