#takcflight

The cold bite of winter was starting to take hold. And to those on the streets, these were dangerous times. And not all those who passed them by were kind. Not at all. But this man is. He’s very large, a hulking figure with bright blue eyes and tan skin speckled over with golden freckles. He’s an older gentleman, by the looks of it, but a gentleman all the same, 

A smile spreads across his features, as he settles down next to Orion, opening the to-go box he had with him, and pulling out a sandwich. One half, he holds out, offering it to the man he’s joined. 

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you know what finley could really go for? pudding. and he just so happens to have 1 cup left in the fridge. fin makes his way to the kitchen, rubbing his hands together, excited for his snack, and then... he finds orion chowing down on the last snack pack near the counter. he stops in the doorway, hands dropping in disappointment to his side. ‘ aw, dude! ’ brows furrow, his lips turning down into a sharp frown. ‘ maybe ask next time? ’

noticing the way orion moves, finley watches the other push the vase until it falls, shattering across the floor in a thousand iridescent pieces. ‘ dude, ’ he says with a flat face. ‘ what th’fuck is wrong with you? ’