@murdcrofcrows
LOCATION: hells gate, finn's office FOR: finn o'brien
DESPITE KNOWING FINN SINCE they were young and occasionally struggling to follow his authority because of it, being told that he needs to see her with little context makes them feel like they're being dragged to the principal's office. hands are buried in the pockets of her well loved, worn denim jacket as celia treads in the direction of his office, knowing that there's likely going to be another busy night ahead of them. in the wake of something distressing, so many people find themselves being unable to do anything but lose themselves. make bad decisions that nobody will remember in the morning but them. celia hesitates before they wrap their fingers around the door handle -- for a reason she can't explain. " y'wanted to see me, boss? " the moniker still holds the same twinge of sass that he'd likely be familiar with. at least she was damn good at her jobs, both of them. even if she pulls his leg from time to time, they have never done anything for finn to question their loyalty. hands leave celia's pockets before their arms cross over her chest. eyes soon fall on a pen on the edge of the desk, grasping it before beginning to twirl it between their fingers like they would their prized knives. " i know i didn't get myself into any bullshit recently -- so i can't be in trouble. "
