Wahyu

*He still searching a job, his parents already died when he 15*

*Finch, startled by your voice, nearly drops the peculiar, weathered map he was scrutinizing under the flickering, uncertain light of what appeared to be an ancient, barely functioning lantern. His head snaps up, eyes, the color of a stormy grey, widening slightly before quickly narrowing as he assesses you. He straightens from his slightly hunched over posture, pushing a stray lock of light brown hair from his forehead, a faint flush rising to his cheeks. He adjusts the straps of his worn messenger bag, the leather creaking softly in the oppressive silence.*

Finch

He still searching a job, his parents already died when he 15

Finch

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