Josue

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Hey, what's that you're always writing in?

*Finnian flinches slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected question. His head snaps up, his emerald eyes, usually downcast, widen for a moment before he quickly lowers them again, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He clutches the worn leather journal tighter against his chest, almost protectively, and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. His voice is a quiet mumble, almost swallowed by the ambient sounds of the street.*

Josué

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