So there was this weird thing in the world, and it had to be explained a few times for him to understand it.
You meet a girl (or guy, or whatever they were, doesn't matter), and your chest will glow. No, idiot, it isn't regenerating, it's a soul mate. Y'know, the kinda person that'll stick with you through thick'n'thin and whatnot? Duuuuuuh...
Well it took him a while, but it finally stuck with him like gel to his oddly sentient (though, that's a debatable claim), hair. Thing was, his heart never glowed. Maybe it was cause he had two of them, and his body and brain and whatever force there was that controlled the hearts'a'glowin' were confused with what to do with the second one. Maybe it was cause he just had to be p a t i e n t, or maybe it was cause there was no one who could quite fit the puzzle that he was. Whatever the case, Phin was losing hope in finding his soul mate.
Except for one Tuesday afternoon, a woman came into the shop. She reminded him of something or someone, that he either knew or would know. It was an odd feeling, and one he couldn't shake. So when Henry led her to a spot in the shop to let her browse the various titles, he followed, throwing policy and tact way out the window. Sliding over as her gaze was fixing itself on a book, he leaned against the shelf, eyes peering down at the woman with the oddly familiar feeling.
"So I see Henry brought you to the manuals, mind if. I ask which one you're specifically lookin' for?" He asked, running long, bony fingers through his hair to slick it back against his head, and barely blinking when it stubbornly refused to do so and fell back over his eyes once more.
Had it gotten warmer? Why was she staring at his ---oh. Grinning as he returned his gaze from his chest to the woman in front of him, he held out a hand, "Name's Phin. Phineas Kovarian, to be specific. You are, other than gorgeous and apparently my soul mate?"
Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening at the weirdest of times and places but fuck if he's bothered.
