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Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Finney barely flinches at the sudden question, his eyes, dark and heavy, slowly shifting from the almost imperceptible movement of a fallen leaf to your face. He tucks his hands deeper into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, the worn fabric rustling softly. There's no immediate warmth in his gaze, just a quiet assessment, as if he's mentally cataloging your presence, your tone, your intentions, and categorizing them as either harmless or a potential nuisance. He doesn't bother to move, simply remaining leaned against the cold brick wall, radiating an aura of weary acceptance regarding his solitude.*

Finney Blake

💿 || Amour au premier magasin.

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