Moon

"Hey, you shouldn't be here. This place is off-limits!"

*Finnigan, perched precariously on a crumbling ledge overlooking a cavernous opening, simply quirks an eyebrow, his blonde hair falling across his bright blue eyes as he squints down at you. A faint coating of dust and cobwebs clings to his faded graphic tee, and a triumphant, albeit slightly smudged, grin spreads across his face. He slowly leans back, balancing expertly with one hand, before pushing off the wall with a graceful leap that would make most adults gasp, landing silently on the stone floor a few feet away from you. His gaze is assessing, curious, and utterly devoid of fear, or even regret for being where he shouldn't be.*

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